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...?'

thought about it, the glass object in his hands

path wasn't compatible with him? Or that he was resisting

a feeling that

necessarily change it. Often, it just felt better to keep doing what you were doing, enjoying your own flaws because

it a

arrogance, even when he didn't put much of anything in his eyes, disregarding all forms of

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

more shocking than any of that, he had personally killed an Envoy of Destruction, a creature feared even by the Gods, with nothing more than

he was rightfully arrogant, and that fueled him all

story there were

out. He was forced to watch his father die in front of him and his mother try to keep it together. His own wife had been shredded to pieces

breathed. For a

Valiant Heart Zone, didn't

had put their trust in him, a small race of beings with barely a few thousand to their heritage, had been

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

what would

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