Dimensional Descent

Leonel left the region with a sharp look in his eyes after Mo'Lexi vanished once again. That killed intent she sensed was indeed from himself. He had released it far and wide, though a hint subtly through his Dream Force, so that she would sense it and return. His gamble was that she would interfere.

But now, more of his cards were being released one by one and he didn't believe that the woman he was meeting now was some amiable old lady.

The worst part of all of this was that even if he really did take Aina away and escape, something he was heavily considering, where would they go, exactly?

He doubted that humans were widely accepted in wider Existence. They were scourges that had been the tools of the God Beasts, and those that remained were usually only powerful due to some experimentation from that era. Ever since the fall of the Fawkes family, there really were no other human powers remaining that could hold up the sky.

He was surrounded from all sides by enemies and he couldn't even trust his own kind. It was the worst kind of situation to be in.

'Invalids... the seal... the demoness...'

His mind churned, trying to piece everything together. He was still missing some pieces, he knew he was. But he was running out of time to figure it out and options to explore to preserve his and Aina's lives.

Ultimately, he just wasn't strong enough. If he was as strong as his father, would any of this even be a worry?

Leonel took a breath and exhaled slowly.

He moved toward the next set of boxes he was set to deal with and he began to rush around with them, only one of his millions of minds was focused on the task while the others were focused on his body, trying to understand what was happening.

'I need more information. Maybe these boxes...'

This wasn't the first time Leonel had thought this. The trouble was the boxes themselves.

And yet, each one was just constructed of a simple six sides. There was no

of Leonel's fundamental tasks as a Crafter was understanding structural engineering like the back of his hand. At a certain size, even wooden crates would react no differently from cardboard boxes. They would collapse beneath their own weight without a

these crates were made of, and the links holding them together, was

assumed the reason they were so comfortable with him holding what was obviously a large well of wealth and importance was because

'That said...'

higher application of Dream Force than he

a Life of its own, its Force had a certain signature that was ingrained into

their own signatures, and their own "Life". That meant that they

the Dream Plane in a Complete World like this one. However, was that still

a small smidgen

his errands, his body threatening to collapse under

'There!'

a hint of something, and it felt like a flash bang had gone

crater above him falling onto his body and

coughed, but managed to slow the crates' descent with a pushup. He grit his

of attention, but the hangar was huge. No one managed to see much of anything but a mountain-sized crate

on it. That short glimpse had taken almost everything out of him. It wasn't just stepping into the Dream Plane, but

his memory was nigh infallible. Although it was just for the briefest of