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?

constantly making efforts to bring in new blood. It was why they had made the Dream Force items so

standard. Not just any existence capable of

given them a chance. If they could have had

it was all for naught. Even in his wildest dreams, he

stood to his feet and

blow to the Human Race. It was the existence of the Dream Pavilion that made it impossible for powerhouses outside 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

down and hoping to reclaim the Dream Pavilion in the

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

it again until they managed

even form a Life

standing, closed his eyes then took another

onto the wide

When he tried to take the second, he was blasted away like an iron ball

The ghosts tried to claw their way out of his face again, but he quickly suppressed them, taking another deep breath

bastards. They actually increased the

past he had been able to make it to the fourth step quite comfortably. He knew it was foolish to even try to

expect that he wouldn't even be able to take the second

potential paths. They