Dimensional Descent

From what Leonel could tell, the scepter and belt were on the same level and as such didn't restrain one another. However, they took precedence over the cloak and necklace, suppressing their strength by half. Leonel realized, then, that he would have to likely balance his treasures out in the future. Even if he ran into a treasure that gave a large boost, he might have to abandon it depending on what effect it had on his weaker treasures.

Seeing the hidden layers of complexities of the challenge, Leonel noted them and didn't mind them too much. Even with this drawback, he was still only a hair away from Tier Three, and not even an hour had passed. Unless one was of much greater strength than himself, it was impossible to move so quickly. But the gaps between Tiers were also harder and harder to bridge with the creatures he was targeting right now.

Leonel killed another and finally felt that he had closed the gap on Tier Three. It was time to target that Tier Four Snowy Star Owl. He let the little fox go. He already knew the general location of the other treasures it wanted to point him toward-that being the ones in other mountain ranges. And, since killing it wouldn't do him any good, there was no need to do so.

Although he was pretty sure that these creatures weren't actually real, and were instead just echoes of Dream Force, it still didn't feel good to kill such an adorable little guy even if it wanted to bite his head off every time his suppression over it loosened.

Leonel chuckled to himself as he neared the region. He was still flying, soaring through the miasma of Dream Force as though he was swimming through the deep sea.

'Echoes of Dream Force, huh...' He felt that he was subconsciously correct about this, it felt like something his Dream Sovereignty was telling him. It was the subtlety of his advantage in this place. Ninth Dimensional existences couldn't truly die, at least not before their "time". They would leave behind echoes of their Force comprehension.

a way... except the creatures they came from were so impossibly powerful that maybe the world simply couldn't sustain them anymore, instead

sparkled like gems and yet carried the same level of danger as it did beauty. It was also the creature that Leonel was the most intimately

disorienting its mind and affecting its will. Then he sprang forward. Although he could fly, fighting while doing so wasn't something that

forming the shadow of a spear around it. At the same time, arrows appeared in the skies all around him, targeting the

he was still in the outside world, moving with such fluidity and calm that one wouldn't think that they were restricted at all. If one looked closely, it would

reform a connection with your original body, Weapon Forces were without a doubt the highest priority because they were so

sparked their life. In this world, they were the perfect tool. And when paired with Leonel's Dream Force, they seemed to have

it through some other concept or understanding. No, he was powering it directly with his will, a step beyond what his grandfather had managed to accomplish. The arrows collided with the wings of the owl just as it wanted to rise and surge toward him. Many shattered off of its body, but

real pain until the following few finally

once. He wielded Dream Force, sending the wind sifting around him as though he had begun an aerodynamic machine. At