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.

But I believe that the pillar might take that as a

and Lumina suddenly

was in line with their current debate. Did that mean that Leonel was trying to force her to

face drained of all

one knew the full extent of what had happened during the Gathering of Kingdoms. The only projected images were from the actual battles, the happenings in the city weren't well known at

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

only hope that she could cling to, was the fact that historically, fewer people watched

she hang her hat on

the very start of the debate round as barely a few minutes had passed, but it had all started off with a bang with an immediate clash thanks to Leonel. On top of that, this was the first Gathering of

people not

began to pour

answer, afraid to admit it, afraid to take the

was a proud Owlan descendent. It was

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

the very same imagery as the cold sweat that

a silence that he could use on them. If she waited until the last

any evidence, but hadn't

implicating herself, but the Owlans. If Minerva was enraged, her family was