Dimensional Descent

Leonel sat in the middle of the Cleansing Waters of the ocean, surrounded by Pure Ninth Dimensional Reinforced Urbe Ore.

According to his father's technique, he needed one Essence per cell. But before he took action on this front... he swallowed the pill that Aina had created.

Almost instantly, his body superheated as though he had become the core of his own world. His veins lit on fire, becoming molten streams of crimson that threatened to burn him up from the inside out.

During these last few months, Leonel had been thinking a lot about the soul and the benefits of having it separated versus being a part of his body. Those thoughts had, obviously, been triggered by Aina's own path.

That said, Leonel didn't actually believe that his father was wrong. Rather... he felt that he was looking at things the wrong way the entire time.

It was one thing to follow the path a technique set out for you... but understanding what that path was and why each step was as it was was a different matter entirely.

The best example of this was actually [Dimensional Cleanse]. The difference between whether you could share that technique or not was entirely based on whether you understood its various layers. For a long while, Leonel had been able to use the technique, but he was unable to share it with Aina or his brothers because he didn't really understand it.

These thoughts had led him to realize that he had never really understood his father's intentions behind each step either.

He shuddered every time he saw the number of resources he needed just to progress a single step forward, but he had never stopped to think... Why?

The establishment of [Final Destruction] seemed to be the creation of a Destruction World. Secondary to that, it was turning the body into an anchor for this world. And in the end, the soul seemed to be an afterthought in this equation...

Or was it?

was still using his body as an anchor through the Dimensions, then how would his Destruction World be able to do

soul from his body was precisely to avoid

mean that he was forever lost

so certain of

Waters washed away much of the heat, rushing

his body's strength increasing by leaps and

as a conduit, his Northern Star Lineage Factors began to strengthen his body not through a newly created mechanism, but rather the mechanism they were always designed to be used with in

shockingly easy, or acceptably so

somewhat different from other humans. His ability to use his Dream Force to directly affect change in his body was

just this

Wasn't that the tradeoff for being unable to

thoughts began to click into place one after another, Leonel realized that his

perfect, slotting in one by

by leaps and bounds, and from the restrictive chains

could feel his body growing as light as a feather, many of the

skin more resplendent in their bronze hue, even his face gained subtle hints of improvement-not obvious enough to make him look like a completely different person, and yet still enough to take him from a handsome man, to one that was blindingly

glow, every one of

of a human. Now, he seemed to have gained another hundred times atop of that, the dense perfection he was exuding