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 as though they had

Owlans, he would have thought they were an Angel Race. In fact, they looked as though they could have been a trio

of silver and gold. Compared to the open wings of the two to her left and right, she

Well, the one in the middle wasn't. Leonel could sense the narrowed eyes of the two beside her. Clearly, he had been right about

they were just prepared to deal with

going to run?" The one

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

quite 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 sort of impression he got

And it was annoying.

is good, though," the woman continued even without a

same name as the race she descended from,

on you earlier, and now that you're here, I feel it even more clearly. You have a treasure of the

really a need to fight you. My Pavilion does not want your Life Tablet because we are in

dear to us. Though being related to them has caused us no shortage of problems, they are

how they would know about that; it wasn't like he could take the