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...?'

in his hands began to reform as the

it that the path wasn't compatible with him? Or that he was resisting change,

had a feeling that it

it didn't mean they would necessarily change it. Often, it just felt better to keep doing what

for Leonel, he made it a long way more

his eyes, disregarding all forms of Respect for those that were clearly far

the entire Incomplete World was playing to his tune. The moment he stepped into a wider world, he had all but crushed a system of oppression set up by an alliance of Human powers far beyond himself. He had stepped into a True Martial World,

any of that, he had personally killed an Envoy of Destruction, a creature feared even by

ways, he was rightfully arrogant, and that fueled him all

story there were

and his mother try to keep it together. His own wife had been shredded to pieces until nothing but strewn

and breathed. For a third time, they had

Zone, didn't even

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

to shield himself from his failure and inject that endless pride into his blood, using it to

what would be

alone staring at a star that could neither kill him, nor could he kill it? Would he be