Leonel strolled off and Aina split off from him, starting a battle of her own. He couldn't help but smile to himself, he had to admit that relying on Aina when he was certain she wouldn't end up injured or harmed gave him a unique sort of feeling.

He appeared inside the Three Finger Cult compound and frowned. Most who tried to lock onto him were quickly dealt with by Aina and even his clothing wasn't ruffled in the end.

The compound itself was still akin to a large airplane hangar, but the dense and stacked boxes were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were markings on the ground, etchings that had likely been hidden beneath the crates.

Leonel walked to the end of the large hangar, but found nothing.

'Hm... cute.'

Leonel suddenly tapped a foot and a flood of Dream Force rushed through the etchings on the ground, and in a sudden flash, he vanished.

When Leonel's vision cleared, he found himself in a world all too similar to an Inbetween World. However... not quite.

Instead of rolling waves of darkness, there was a lot of rock that seemed carved out of obsidian. But rather than being glass-like, Leonel felt that even if he attacked with all of his strength, it wouldn't do any good.

He frowned for a moment and his Earth Force rolled out in a foggy wave, but soon his brows shot up.

'I can control the earth in an Inbetween World, but not here?'

Leonel looked around more seriously. There was a faint suppression around him, but he shrugged it off with ease. The gravity was heavy and the air felt even heavier. Moving felt as though he was trying to swim through crude oil.

"Who?!"

A booming voice echoed and a young man descended from the skies with a heavy BOOM.

Leonel's head tilted to the side, looking toward the tail that swayed behind the young man. It was a tail of shadowy black, sometimes it would split into two, three or even more forms, but ultimately it would return to a single form of oneness.

punch at Leonel, but almost instantly he fell to a knee so hard the ground quaked once

from Leonel's forehead

to battle,

that just vanished. Then there was the Dream Pavilion that

Cult can

in his mind like a bolt of

wondering where his grandfather was. It just felt like if he had so much preparation, what was

the more he learned about how deep the waters of this world were, even in the Human Bubbles alone, the more he understood just

Fawkes simply wasn't ready. Either

said in

Esteemed elder, I

"Rank." Leonel commanded.

head descended to the ground even

not have

Morales - Wise

[Clearance Level: Novice]

[Contribution]

[Life: -]

[Gold: 2]

[Silver: 2]

[Bronze: 2]

[Black: 7 827 710]

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a Novice, but it seemed

were the clearance levels,

Contributions had ticked up by one. From Leonel's understanding, this increase of one actually didn't even come from the Council Members, but rather the Time

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