Dimensional Descent

"Just doing me part," Leonel said lightly.

Yonku laughed. "Don't get too down, kid. Who doesn't have father-in-law trouble? It's a natural path of all men. Miel is a good man, just protective of his daughter. Soon enough I'm sure you two will be perfectly chummy."

Leonel smiled. "You call him Miel. Did he change his name?"

"Ah, you didn't know this. See?" Yonku looked back toward Cidra who was wearing a stone-face of her own. "Don't mind her either, everyone knows she's in love with Miel though she thinks that she hides it well."

"Watch your word, Yonku."

A flickering Light Force appeared in Cidra's eyes. Leonel took note of it but didn't think very much of it. Light Force was rare, but not rare to the point no one would have it.

"HAHA!" Yonku laughed uproariously, his belly rolling. "Sorry, sorry, pretend like I didn't say anything."

Cidra, though, had already ignored Yonku and was looking right at Leonel.

"I do not."

Leonel blinked, looking at this serious woman with shortcut hair. He hadn't really taken it seriously before, but since she was being so serious about it, it was obvious that Yonku wasn't blowing hot air.

As for why Cidra wanted to make sure that Leonel didn't believe the nonsense, it was obviously so that he didn't turn around and tell Aina about it. That would be her worst nightmare.

she suddenly had to deal with the scrutiny of

"I

creased when she heard this, but she realized she couldn't push any harder, or else it might be too

of the Slayer Generals chuckled,

well balanced. They were all in the Eighth Dimension and they came from the various powers as defectors as well. The only power that was lacking a defector was the Dream Pavilion, but Leonel could easily make a guess as to why that

Tidus, defector of the Godlens, Slayer General Cherie, defector of the Four Great families, and finally Slayer General Darlamane, defector of the

with sharp green eyes and hair. She should be a

he didn't look particularly delicate, not just due to his old age, but because he seemed to take meticulous care of his skin and

all of the Slayer Generals aside from Miel and Cidra seemed to be entering their twilight

had a decent

of 10,000. That wasn't great, but it wasn't as bad as Leonel was expecting. It was at least

over 100,000 or so. So the ratio of people to soldiers almost bordered on outrageous, but

a decent ratio would be less than 1%, that meaning one soldier for every hundred citizens. But here it was almost 40%, which was

who could fight were doing so. This city wasn't a place

any humans that Leonel felt deserved his protection,

the human alliance. They didn't treat his life or that of his friends and family as equal

either. Honestly speaking, his grandfather's ways could be just as cruel as the human alliance's ways. He didn't seem to be on the side of "good" either, and his main purpose seemed to

if he was on the side of good either. At the very least, because of his

help but smile. 'So we're all scumbags just