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.

imagined that these creatures were much the same in a way... except the creatures they came from were so impossibly powerful

It was a beautiful creature. Wings of white underlaid by gold, a proud head, and claws that sparkled like gems and yet carried the same

its will. Then he sprang forward. Although he could fly, fighting while doing

it. At the same time, arrows appeared in the skies all around

calm that one wouldn't think that they were restricted at all. If one looked closely, it would also be possible to see

all the Forces that one should strive to use in this world, relying on slain creatures to reform a connection with your original body, Weapon Forces were without a doubt the highest priority because they were so in tune with the

and it was people that sparked their life. In this world, they were the perfect tool. And when

collided with the wings of the owl just as it wanted to rise and

real pain until the following few finally tore through its hard exterior. Just in

him back all at once. He wielded Dream Force, sending the wind sifting around him as though he had