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.

Pavilion in the top ten was that it was a matter of

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

did nothing. This would expose a matter of great humiliation and he shouldn't be worried about a minor character like Leonel

of a God Race that could actually manage to use it. The fact that it was in

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

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

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

Pavilion Head felt much calmer. A new fish in a large ocean wouldn't really move the needle for the Void Race. In fact, the more variables, and the more diluted the resources, the

Pluto Race as the

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

...

felt like a copy and paste of the Vast Dream Pavilion... but far larger and lacking

crystal, exuding rainbow-like colors of a wide range, not too dissimilar from the Life Tablet in his

'Hm?'

Leonel immediately leapt back.

clothing having seemingly covered up. Above his head, there was a crown that hovered about three inches from his scalp, releasing the same foggy

slightly ethereal. The feeling was odd, almost as though he was controlling his soul to move around in his head instead of controlling