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.

really looked as though they had

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

of them, she wore a dress of silver and gold. Compared to the

wasn't. Leonel could sense the narrowed eyes of the two beside her. Clearly, he

here; they were just prepared to deal with them. It was even likely that they had

aren't going to run?" The one in

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

even the slightest care in the world. If Leonel brought it

And it was annoying.

even without a reply. "My name is

Though he found it weird that this woman would have the same name as the race she descended from, it was in line

here, I feel it even more

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 we

Though being related to them has caused us

how they would know about