Dimensional Descent

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

The world resonated with Leonel, his movements quicker, faster, and more agile than anything he had ever experienced before. He imagined that if he could see a future projection of what it would be like for him to enter the Ninth Dimension, it would feel exactly like this one.

Minerva's expression still remained calm. She didn't seem to react to Seraphina's death either, or Octavia's somewhat unknown fate for that matter.

When it seemed that she had run out of time to react properly, her palms suddenly moved.

Leonel felt a large gathering of Dream Force being stripped from his control. She had only moved so casually, and yet there was a huge war that erupted between them, each one fighting for supremacy over the space.

And Leonel felt like he was losing.

BANG!

Leonel's momentum stopped, and he was forced to take a heavy step back beneath Minerva's strength. She was a true powerhouse, there was no doubt about it. At the very least, she was somewhat worthy of her arrogance. If she had access to her full array of skills, Leonel wouldn't last even a single glance from her.

Leonel grinned. He could feel his heart pumping, and he felt more alive now than he ever had before.

The dichotomy between his pumping blood and his calm mind became like the push and pull of a steady bass drum and a heart-stopping melody. They played off one another to absolute perfection, and when Leonel moved again, his spear truly danced.

The flurry of strikes was met by Minerva's nonchalant palms. She seemed to move just once for every ten attempts Leonel made, and her feet didn't even shift the slightest inch, yet she weathered the storm all while pushing Leonel back.

But at that moment, she frowned.

The gathering streams of starlight around Leonel felt like he was gathering something up. She couldn't quite understand what it was, but she actually felt something in her heart stir.

Worry? That was ridiculous.

least be blown off balance, but

in an unexpected way. It turned Minerva's strike into a glancing blow, and Leonel's spear dance didn't pause for

looked a bit disheveled, but other than some blood at

fighting with Leonel, she hesitated for a moment. On the one hand, she knew Minerva's temper, and she wouldn't like interference in her battle. But could she really

would be better to be scolded than to look like she

movements, he continued to grace the skies with his blade, his movements flowing from one to another. As the momentum increased, Minerva found that she couldn't withstand them as casually as she had before.

in time, this time fully

"What

her heart skip a beat. There was nothing Minerva hated more than someone insulting her race. What she hated even more was one of them giving an outsider

was obviously targeting a weak spot on purpose, and unfortunately for them, it

roared with

spear strikes becoming faster as he suppressed Minerva from all sides. A beautiful formation formed beneath him, complex

her folded wings finally spreading

a strong wave of Dream Force descended, and runes began to glow on Minerva's

Owlan Race, for that matter, to form a world around their wings. This world gave them unprecedented control over

was the True Dream Plane. No one should be able

yet it

felt that his Forces were being stripped from him. His Sovereignty seemed useless in front of an ability Minerva was

go, and his Spear Dance seemed moments away from being nothing

difference between Races, a huge, unfathomable gap. She didn't have to train a single day in her life to grasp this ability, and

He could feel every inch of this

BOOM.

stripped from

body had already completed

first spear dance suddenly resonated with the second, the two