Dimensional Descent

He vaguely knew what this feeling was. It was anxiety, an emotion that, quite frankly, he rarely felt.

He didn't feel it when he first stepped onto a battlefield, he didn't feel it when he was thrust into the Dimensional Verse for the first time, he didn't even feel it when half a dozen Races invaded the Human Domain with thoughts of murder.

In fact, when he entered his first Sub-Dimensional Zone, he never feared the Mayans. His thoughts were entirely consumed by the guilt of killing. He never really feared the event itself. He hadn't even hesitated to jump into that unknown Zone on his own.

Now, though, it seemed he actually had to deal with those emotions. And quite frankly... he found it to be highly annoying.

He took a few moments to calm his thoughts and exhale a few breaths.

The Respect aspect of his Dream Force Sovereignty forced him to look at this objectively from the perspective of a mere Fourth Dimensional expert. In his current position, he had no right to face off against such an enemy, and it kept drilling that into his mind again and again, and again.

"If the Demoness was really some sort of God, then in her eyes the current Leonel was just a little plaything. Even if she was 'only' a Demi-God, he had seen the kind of power Minerva wielded. If not for her personality, Leonel would have had no path to survival in that battle."

His mind was so good at analyzing things, and now it was holding up a mirror to his nose, forcing him to look at his inferiority right in the face.

He hated it.

It felt like he was deviating from a path designed for him in favor of one that wasn't very compatible with him at all.

'Is that even true...?'

about it, the glass object in his hands began to

it that the path wasn't compatible with him? Or that

had a feeling that

realized there was a problem with their demeanor, it didn't mean they would necessarily change it. Often, it just felt better to keep doing what you were doing, enjoying your own flaws because

for Leonel, he made it a long way more than

anything in his eyes, disregarding all forms of Respect for those that were clearly far above himself... he

into a wider world, he had all but crushed a system of oppression set up by an

a creature feared even by the Gods,

he was rightfully

every story there

mother try to keep it together. His own wife had been shredded

had died not just once, but twice while he still lived and breathed. For a third time, they had been turned into animals and reared like cattle

side with in the Valiant Heart Zone, didn't even recognize

Morales family that died that day. The Oryx who had put their trust in him, a small race of beings with barely a few thousand to their heritage, had been entirely wiped out, leaving just a single

on the success, easy for him to shield himself from his failure and inject that endless pride into

what would

kill him, nor could he kill it? Would he be alone, his brothers