Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chappy thanks to Mr. Ham <3 (4/6)

Clarence sat in silence, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders.

The reality was that the Dream Pavilion was just one of many, and the only reason their numbers were so few was that there was no one else among the humans worthy of joining... well, aside from that old witch of the Cult and...

Clarence's mind landed on Leonel once again. He had forgotten just how many times he had thought of this young man in the last few weeks. But now it seemed that it was nothing more than a foolish dream of his.

A single year?

He laughed bitterly. He knew they were doing it on purpose. It was a slap to their faces that the mighty Dream Pavilion had such a stain on their record, it was just that they didn't have any other formal rules of kicking a Pavilion out of the structured Alliance... until King's death gave them the excuse they needed.

It was truly a great joke. The mighty Dream Pavilion, rather than finding out who had killed one of their Pavilion Heads, actually moved on and pretended as though it hadn't happened at all, instead using it as an excuse to wipe this stain from their record entirely.

It wasn't too much of an oddity for a Pavilion Head position to remain empty for a decade or more. How could the matter of a new Pavilion Head position be chosen so casually?

It had to be understood that to these behemoths, a year of time might as well have been the blink of an eye. It wasn't an exaggeration that a year of time to them was the equivalent of a handful of hours to a mortal.

They probably would have made the time shorter if it wouldn't be too obvious what they were doing. How could they possibly raise a Life State expert in that time? Especially in a Force as difficult to grasp as Dream Force?

But who asked them to be so weak?

to bring in new blood. It was why they had made the Dream Force items so cheap during the exchange. But how hard was

affinity, it had to also be of a certain standard. Not just any existence capable of using

have given them a chance. If they could have had a hundred year period, they

in his wildest dreams, he would never

to his feet and

of their Bubbles to impose their will onto the already weak Human Race. Those God Race existences wouldn't even have to show their faces to genocide them down to

hunkering down and hoping to reclaim the Dream Pavilion in

bastion of a long-forgotten age of excellence. Claiming a Pavilion was much more

they lost this right, they could forget about claiming it again until they

a Life State expert, where

closed his eyes

the wide staircase, trying

after just the first step. When he tried to take the second, he was

blood, his eyes turning crimson. The ghosts tried to claw their way out of his face again, but he quickly

actually increased the

able to make it to the fourth step quite comfortably. He knew it was foolish to even try to climb it again, but he was desperate and hoped

even be able to take

potential paths.