Dimensional Descent

Leonel exhaled a breath, shaking his head as he tossed around the Dream Net in his palms. It would take an hour for it to come down from its cooldown, and then he would need to find a Tier Nine creature to take down to maximize it.

His mind had already moved on from this situation and he was already thinking about how to deal with what was next. The fact he had just dealt with two Pavilion Heads, thoroughly killing one of them, didn't seem to fill him with any sort of pride at all. It just felt... Natural.

This time, it wasn't a confidence that came from some mysterious force from the future, but rather one that was all his own. These were victories that he had claimed for himself and they weren't tainted by things that hadn't happened yet or might not happen at all for that matter.

He was the perfect image of calm and collected.

'The Owlans...'

Leonel's gaze narrowed. This would be an extremely troublesome matter. He only needed one thing to confirm this for him: the fact they had dared to enter with only three people.

In truth, it wasn't as though you could come in with an unlimited number. After a certain cap, you'd have to pay extra Contribution Points for the right of entry. That was variable depending on how many Contribution Points the Challenge triggerers used and what tier of True Dream Plane was going to be opened.

Obviously, this time, the limit was around a dozen or so, which was why the numbers of Spirituals and Nomads had been so close this time around.

It made sense that Clarence and Leonel had entered on their own, there was no one else who had the guts to come. But the Owlans definitely had more people...

So why three?

two explanations that Leonel could think of. The first was that they were

matter, seemed surprised by the choice of the Owlans, and they even clearly treated them with a healthy dose of respect on top of

they had a special treasure not much unlike Regnier's shield or Burul's Dream

very well

had pretty much run into everyone by this point... except them. And he felt that that wasn't a coincidence. If they were as confident as they portrayed themselves to be, they were probably waiting at the base of the final mountain, ready to take his head. In that case, the only reason they wouldn't have just gone up to claim first place for themselves was because of the

looked up into the skies. 'The last challenge,

used

even after inspecting it for a

the Nomads, there would be no

then what was Regnier's excuse for not using it when his life was

card was only after securing the Tier Eight rune net. After all, just

was closer to the truth. During their one on one fight, Regnier had been firmly on the losing end and had only survived for so long because Leonel needed bait for Burul. Under such circumstances, stealing a weapon he didn't know how to use wouldn't

that pulse attack would also lull Leonel into a false sense of security, not much unlike what Leonel had done to

still mostly assume that there was nothing else special about the shield? What if Regnier suddenly burst out with a counterattack he

work Leonel considering he had already deduced that there had to be something else hidden within it. But the point was still a valid