Dimensional Descent

[Thanks to Ian <3 (2/6)]

Leonel wasn't ready to make an enemy out of so many monsters. Maybe if he was able to return to the Seventh Dimension, he would be willing to take such an outrageous gamble. But at least for now, he wanted to take the smarter approach if he could.

It was all in the hands of the little boy that was just a little bit too big for his age.

When El'Rion looked into Leonel's eyes, he understood much more of what he was seeing now. It felt like Leonel wasn't asking him anything. Instead... he was giving him a choice.

A choice to let Existence stay in peace for a little while longer, or if he would let chaos reign.

It didn't make sense to him again. But it also didn't make sense for Leonel to survive against that Shadow Tail. It also didn't make sense for him to survive in the True Dream World. And it also didn't make sense for him to have planned for his appearance either.

Nothing this man did seemed to make any sense whatsoever.

"What do you expect from me?"

Leonel shrugged. "That would be up to you."

El'Rion's gaze narrowed.

"... Following the Gathering of Kingdoms, an exchange of martial arts, there is the Gathering of Minds. This is a historical event and one that hasn't been held since the collapse of the Minerva Race as there hasn't been anyone else worthy of it..."

understood what

commandeered as a "culling" event. Its original purpose had long since been lost, so

of the God Beasts of Creation, the command of the Gathering of Minds had been taken

that Anastasia might very well know more about

opportunity is also a decent chance as well... If you would like,

as he felt that he had done enough of that and had suffered enough mental anguish

in such an event, especially since unlike the Gathering of Kingdoms where only Mortal Races participated, the Gathering of Minds had

had to be understood that the only reason the Gathering of Kingdoms only allowed Mortal Races to participate now was as a front for the culling.

excuse to stop higher level existences from participating.

say that no new Creation Grade Crafters have

did..." El'Rion

"Then what's the problem?"

help but giggle. Leonel was usually confident enough about

not normally or in any sort of formal

to trade for an outfit for her. But instead of trading for a treasure that might very well have been made at the

Leonel's subtlest form of arrogance, and yet when one thought about it... it was also

"..."

his words stopped again. This man was