Dimensional Descent

Leonel tightly wrapped the last band across his forearm and made sure that his turban was in place. He looked like quite the Arabian prince right now if he did say so himself.

According to the system of the Dream Pavilion, the different colors of turbans represented different things, but truthfully he couldn't be bothered to give a damn. He had suddenly become the Pavilion Head and none of that other stuff mattered, so he just took a black turban for himself.

His wrists and ankles were tied by matching black fabric, and there was also another matching piece of fabric in the form of a cloth belt around his waist.

Other than that, his clothing was quite loose. A set of white linen that felt so light that it truly might have been made out of clouds. There were some faded images of clouds floating across it, but Leonel had chosen a far more subtle option.

With that done, Leonel stepped out from the temple. However, down below, there was only Clarence and no one else, causing Leonel to sneer.

"The Challenge was something that Leonel didn't really have a choice but to participate in as the Pavilion Head. This was the case even though the decision had been made without his consent.

However, to everyone else, there was technically nothing forcing them to go. Although Leonel could make them with his powers, they probably thought he didn't dare to.

Truthfully, Leonel just didn't care to. What good were these burdens to him? He had stronger Dream Force than everyone but Clarence, and even then his Dream Force was stronger than Clarence's in this case because of his Dream Sovereignty and the Life Tablet.

Clarence sighed helplessly. 'I tried, but...'

'We don't need useless members,' Leonel said with a wave of his hand.

What he didn't say was that if not for a certain rule, he would have kicked them all out directly. Unfortunately, the Dream Pavilion not only needed a Pavilion Head, but they also needed a certain number of members to continue being a Pavilion.

However, Leonel would have a method of dealing with Gemmes and the others very soon.

'Let's go,' Leonel said.

the highest clouds of the Dream Pavilion. Almost the moment he did, a swirling portal appeared. Within it,

or three dozen. One, however, looked much more similar to Leonel's own group. Even so, they had more people than Leonel did

more concrete than this, but it hardly mattered. There

'It's time.'

forward and

swirled around him and soon the figures that had been blurry

this time, instead of just two defendants, there were four, and instead of them facing a judge,

a

Spirituals, and yet Leonel

at all. His expression was calm and unhurried, his state of absolute focus reaching an incredibly deep realm. The air around him

they were certain that he was in the Fifth Dimension, but now they weren't so sure. In the end, they could only chalk

The best they could hope for was to claim

center of the "courtroom", a shadowy

alone, even

then it

Even when the figure appeared,

up this Challenge on behalf of the Vast Dream

Leonel's eyes slowly opened.