Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter courtesy of Mr. Mostert <3 4/6]

Leonel's crown returned even larger than before. The surrounding Dream Force swirled so violently that the mountain range he was within, and the surrounding mountain ranges, all trembled, being stripped of their Dream Force one valiant step after another.

It all gathered into his robes. If the current version and the one of the past were to be compared, it would be akin to a rough drawing versus something an artist had spent countless, grueling weeks on.

His underlying power increased from Tier Eight to Tier Nine once again, but it felt like something faintly beyond that.

Tier Nine was just a casual name that Leonel had given to the strength that would be needed to climb up the main mountain, but that didn't mean that it was the ultimate strength one could have in this world, though it was very difficult to scale beyond it due to the nature of improvement. You'd probably have to swallow hundreds of Tier Nine threats to go beyond that level.

Leonel didn't feel that he had stepped beyond Tier Nine, but at the very least, he didn't feel like a normal Tier Nine either.

He stood to his feet. His eyes didn't carry a familiar coolness or calmness. Instead, there was a hint of vibrancy, as though he felt...

Alive.

He landed.

By this point, his robes were so long that they fell like a waterfall to his back, blending into the puffs of clouds. His violet hair seemed to be dancing between corporeal and incorporeal, moving back and forth between the two as though it was both a wispy fog and strong filaments of amethyst light.

looked

three women stood. If he hadn't known they were called the Owlans, he would have thought they were an Angel Race.

the one on the right wearing one of violet. As for the one in the middle of them, she wore a dress of silver and gold. Compared to the open wings of the two to her left and right, she was far more reserved, her wings tucked nice and neatly,

seem surprised by Leonel's arrival. Well, the one in the middle wasn't. Leonel could sense the narrowed

prepared to deal with them. It was even likely that they had

to run?" The one in the

was so pleasing to the eye, her tone was even more so, and yet her words didn't seem to match that tone.

look like she was trying to look down on Leonel; it was just something that she did naturally and without even the slightest care in the world. If Leonel brought it up, she might even apologize; that was the

And it was annoying.

good, though," the woman continued even without a reply. "My name

same name as the race she descended from, it was in line

here, I feel it

think there's really a need to fight you. My Pavilion does not want your Life Tablet because we are in our own precarious situation. That treasure of yours, though, is something that

that the Minerva Race is very near and dear to us. Though being related to them has caused us no shortage of problems, they are our Ancestors,

no idea how they would know about that; it wasn't like he could take the Segmented Cube in