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..."

sharpened. He understood what

had long since been lost, so

the command of the Gathering of Minds had been taken over by the

that Anastasia might very well know more

wife with an opportunity is also a decent chance as well... If you would like, I can

done enough of that and had suffered enough mental anguish

weak as Leonel to thrive in such an event, especially since

now was as a front for the culling. However, in the past, all Races of all kinds participated. Including

again at Leonel's request, he wouldn't have the same excuse to stop higher level existences from participating. At best, he could limit it

no new Creation

did..." El'Rion

"Then what's the problem?"

had been mostly silent all this while, couldn't help but giggle. Leonel was usually confident enough about most things, especially battle. But when it came to Crafting, his arrogance was

Crafting, at least not normally or in any sort of formal setting

for an outfit for her. But instead of trading for a treasure that might very well have been made at the hands of a Demi-God, Leonel preferred

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

"..."

words stopped