Dimensional Descent

Wicked still looked like a child of barely a few years old, but he didn't move like one at all. Nor did he speak like one.

The last time Leonel met him, he was already 93 years old, an age that didn't mean much in this world and was still considered to be firmly of the younger generation. And yet, he seemed to be able to tell that Leonel was young. At the very least, younger than him.

This tidbit made Leonel even more confused. He knew that Leonel was younger than him and had this strength, but he was still attacking like this?

From Wicked's perspective, he should definitely come from a Bubble World of great power that also easily cleared the Gathering of Kingdoms requirements.

Though attacking Leonel and trying to kill him as quickly as possible still made sense, there was something else about his reactions and temperament that weren't quite... right.

Leonel took a step back, the small figure of Wicked swiping at the air. A line of claw marks appeared in space, the fissures erupting with power.

Wicked attacked like something between a rampaging beast and a younger sibling chasing after his elder brother for bullying him.

The sight made Leonel even more speechless. What the hell was going on here?

Wicked gave him such a weird feeling, but when he actually attacked... he was so weak?

Leonel wasn't fond of not understanding things. The fact his Crafting had lagged behind had annoyed him for a very long time, and now this felt similar.

He didn't feel like his feelings were wrong, but the evidence before him pointed toward that end.

Suddenly, Leonel had a thought.

'Dream Force? Am I sensing something coming from him? Or someone manipulating him in the background?'

was like a bolt of lightning and he

were many layers of

if he couldn't use that power continuously,

whittling Grimm down, wary of his strength to some extent. Was Wicked so

the more he

glowed, its pale blue becoming a bright

aged by ten years, becoming

strength explosively increased and suddenly, a spark

'... Wow.'

flickering through space and expanding the

now!" Wicked roared out an almost diabolical laughter. "You made

they've spent slumbering. But it seems mutated and warped somehow, not for the worse... at least not necessarily. If I'm correct, then he's taken a hit

incorporate new paths into his own in exchange for becoming a child again. That was

to regress, he incorporated the abilities

of using the ability more freely than the Cloud Race could, but in return, he acted like a child when he was

he managed to shed those weaknesses either after he became an "adult". Rather than just turning and running, he was obsessed with capturing and killing Leonel

super interesting...'

the question he was wondering about was if the Dream Force manipulator he had sensed was Wicked's "future self", or if it was someone

in the Gathering of Kingdoms, and with this strength,

'So why didn't he?'

the

fall of the Bubble was exactly what he

of for why, but now that he felt he had most of the story, he didn't feel that it was all

body ballooned, black fur erupting around him until he suddenly became a large