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?

had made the Dream Force items so cheap during

also be of a certain standard. Not just any existence capable of

they could have had a hundred year period, they might have been able to raise Leonel to that

naught. Even in his wildest dreams, he would never

stood to his feet

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 the last man, woman, and child. Without the Pavilion's protection,

the idea of hunkering down and hoping to reclaim

Pavilion as the last bastion of a long-forgotten age of excellence. Claiming a Pavilion was much more difficult than maintaining one. There were only 9999 Pavilions in all of Existence,

it again until they managed to forge a Creation State

great joke alone. They couldn't even form a Life State expert, where were they going to get

eyes then

a step onto the wide staircase, trying to

the first step. When he tried to take the second, he was blasted away like an iron ball out of a

claw their way out of his face again, but he quickly suppressed them, taking

actually increased

able to make it to the fourth step quite comfortably. He knew it was foolish to

even be able to take

potential paths. They really wanted the Human