Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter courtesy of Mr. Mostert <3 2/6]

Leonel felt his strength soaring by leaps and bounds, large amounts of Dream Force gathering around him as though it had a mind of its own. Akin to Mother Nature amidst a flock of birds, the plumes of golden and silver clouds gathered around him.

His crown glowed stronger, the robes that were draped over his shoulders becoming more prominent and detailed.

The strength of a Tier Nine flooded through him.

Leonel had thought that it might take 20 to breakthrough, but he hadn't thought that he would succeed after just a single one.

Still, he felt that there was a hint of serendipity involved. That was the result of a sudden rush of insight coming together with a helpful outside sort.

The moment he felt his Sovereignty slipping away, he actually felt that he could break through. But that odd fear had helped him back, making him wonder just what was happening and why exactly it was happening.

If he had broken through back then, due to the fear, he might have let his Sovereignty slip away, and unlike his Weapon Forces, he wasn't nearly as confident in getting his Dream Force Sovereignty back if it were to slip away. It was something that he could feel consciously... as though Weapon Forces were in a separate category of their own.

And that made sense. If it had been any other Force type, would the Godlens have been able to form a quasi-true version of it?

When Leonel really thought about it, he didn't think that it was possible for any other kind of Sovereignty. There was something special about Weapon Forces, and that was probably how flexible it was. Two Spear Sovereigns might have two completely different interpretations of it and paths they could take.

Leonel, whether it was his Spear Sovereignty or his Bow Sovereignty, it was based in creation. He understood that quite clearly now, which was why his Bow Sovereignty had broken back through so clearly the

his foundation on his grandfather's way of the spear, everything about his own way of the spear now was rooted in Artistic Conceptions and exuded the power of words, images, phrases, feelings, and everything

weren't

his spear to pull out the emotions of others, because what they were watching wasn't his spear, but rather the feelings it was channeling... whether that

the same time, that the flexibility of his Dream Force had also given him

coming from, he was able to shatter it with a thought because he also knew

came from a confidence in himself, one built on the certainty that

of Sovereignty there was, and it was likely this was the very same form of it that his future self

was both warming and yet

already had once before, could he be certain that anything would

long while, trying to grapple with

most powerful person to ever exist wasn't enough for a happy ending, what should you

Aina and his mother, then his brothers, what was left of the Morales

have to watch

say no, absolutely not, that confident surge from his

But he ignored it.