Dimensional Descent

No one expected Leonel to begin the proceedings so abruptly, least of all Clarence. But at the end of the day, he realized that being subservient at this point would do them no good. It would only kill their own momentum for little to no reason. The more mysterious and all-knowing Leonel seemed, the more they would benefit.

He could already sense the shift in the gazes of the participants, some of them even sporting frowns. Seeds of caution sprouted in their hearts as they all vanished.

...

Void Dream Pavilion.

A man with skin that looked like reflective glass, displaying the stars and galaxies within, slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't seem enraged, but the expression of such a Race was hard to read to begin with. If one really wanted to know, all they had to gaze upon were the rising number of supernovas dotted across his body.

But soon, even those calmed.

According to the rules, Dream Pavilions in the top ten had special privileges, one of them being replacing a willing party in a Challenge event. He had chosen to take action on this matter.

He wasn't the only one to think of it, but he was the fastest to react. The time Leonel left them was indeed too small to affect the situation on any sort of wide scale.

He wanted to call Shan'Rae here, but unfortunately, he couldn't just casually do so. She was a junior, but she wasn't a junior he could order around as he pleased. Her status was too high, but his status wasn't anything to sneeze at either even though Dream Force wasn't a strong suit of the Void Race.

it was a matter

they weren't suited to a Force, they would still have experts

the end, the Void Dream Pavilion Head did nothing. This would expose a matter of great humiliation

want to have to deal with it falling into the hands of a God Race that could actually manage to use it. The fact that it

have been making small moves all the while, but they're trying to be subtle about it. If not for this, they would have

that they're worried about the shadow of the Minerva Race weighing them down, so they're choosing to

them. If they can get it, they will confidently rise again and they might make an attempt to become a new God Race and wash away their

Void Pavilion Head felt much calmer. A new fish in a large ocean wouldn't really move the needle for

replacing the Pluto Race as the

Leonel Morales had better not appear before him. Or else he would teach that child

...

he found a world that felt like a copy and paste of the Vast

place of the temples, there were instead mountains of crystal, exuding rainbow-like colors of a wide range, not too dissimilar from the Life Tablet in his mind. In fact, it even felt like they were carved of the

'Hm?'

Leonel immediately leapt back.

shrouded in a willowy cloak of white and gold fog, his previous clothing having seemingly covered up. Above his head, there was a crown that hovered about three inches from

they felt slightly ethereal. The feeling was odd, almost as though he was controlling his soul to