Dimensional Descent

Leonel's feet touched down, feeling the cool water beneath the soles of his feet. The power emitting from him seemed somehow both foreign and yet so intimately familiar. He knew that this feeling had to be a product of his ability to exert control over the very world around him.

On the one hand, he had suddenly gained a large boost to his strength, but on the other, because it was built into each one of his cells, and woven into the very fiber of his will, it somehow felt that all this new power was as easy to control as a single thought was for him.

He realized now just how well [Final Destruction] synergized with his Control Ability Index, but it wasn't just Control...

It was the opposite as well.

Especially when his will was to destroy.

"Silence."

Leonel spoke these words lightly and the gentle waves of the ocean seemed to cease. He could still see them, but other than visual cues, it was as though all other interactions with the world had ceased to be.

He realized then that his speculations were correct. Somehow, his father's technique was perfectly tailored for both his Ability Index, and the opposite side of its coin as well.

He could not only more perfectly exert control over himself, but the world around him as well, and weren't these precisely the push and pull of his Ability Index and that of King Alexandre's?

Leonel clenched his fists and then slowly released them.

'Good.'

He nodded.

at a bit of a

was certain his plan had succeeded. Thanks to the Owlans and the so-called Beast Empire, he and

choice but to step into the spotlight because of the matters with the Dream Pavilion, only to soon be followed up by the Gathering of Kingdoms right afterward. If it had been up to him, he would

managed to reset them back

him. But on the other hand, it wasn't as though they had the luxury

of God Races would be descending to deal with what they thought were rebellions, and Leonel

was intelligent, but he wasn't

God Beasts and the Owlans working together to

learned about the Fallen God Beast's history thanks to the Life Tablet, and Minerva had always been nothing more than a useful pawn in

he was practically giddy with joy. It was like they had placed it all on a silver platter

didn't expect was for Verma to actually end up being so aggressive. It was then a wild spark lit in his Dreamscape and he

Empire already had plans to rise up again. He didn't need to make use of just an illusion, he could force them

plan did several things. Not only did it get his enemies off his back,

that it was

couldn't say he really cared all that

plight. He knew that they were in a