Dimensional Descent

Leonel's smile didn't fade as their pillars began to tremble once again. The challenge in Lumina's words was clear. It was almost like if he did give his opinion now, he would be admitting that she was right and thus lose out on the round. But if he didn't answer, he would also be proving her right by being the "petty" man she claimed him to be, and thus lose anyway.

The only way forward was to thread the needle and get her to move off of her position. However, Leonel didn't seem to be in a hurry to do so.

"I heard that you two were part of the cohort who attacked my wife?" Leonel suddenly asked.

"Don't try and change the subject," Lumina growled. "Answer the question like you've made everyone else before you do."

Leonel chuckled. "The pillar has yet to give its decision yet, so who are you to decide whether I'm changing the subject or not? You've been doing a lot of talking for others, is your favorite position that of an obedient doggy?"

Lumina's eyes opened wide, her fury almost getting the best of her before she just laughed with a tone filled with mirth and derision.

"You've heard him, everyone. This is the response of a man who has no shred of intelligence of his own. It's ironic you call me a dog when all you know how to do is bark and bite back. Did you miss the part where this was a conversation of intellectuals?"

"Mm, so I guess your answer is that you're mad that the pillar hasn't granted you victory yet?"

Leonel shifted the focus right back to the pillars that were still the process of glowing. He uncaringly stirred the conversation back to the topic he wanted to focus on, and it left Lumina not knowing how to respond for a moment.

not answer the question. But I believe that the pillar might take

and Lumina

that Leonel's line of questioning was in line with their current debate. Did that mean that Leonel was trying to force her to confess

her face drained

Kingdoms. The only projected images were from the actual battles, the happenings in the city weren't well

of Minds was entirely different. No... it couldn't be said that it was different, but rather that

grace for Lumina, the only hope that she could cling to, was the fact that historically, fewer people

could she hang her

all started off with a bang with an immediate clash thanks to Leonel. On top of that, this was the

people not be

sweat began to pour down

sinister. She was afraid to answer, afraid to admit it, afraid to take the consequences of what it might

Owlan descendent. It was something she flaunted everywhere she went, and it was something clear by

began to fade and Leonel's own began to glow brighter and

an hourglass were trickling down, painting the very same imagery as the cold sweat that was making her robes stick to her back. They dropped down one after another and time seemed to

and time was running out. On top of that, Leonel had a silence that he could use on them. If

say that Leonel didn't have any evidence, but hadn't

If she did, she wouldn't just be implicating herself, but the