Dimensional Descent

It was a hard decision to make and even Leonel hadn't quite been able to lock down a decision. He was leaning toward the latter, but that was because before Somnus provided him such an opportunity, it was his original plan to begin with.

But that didn't mean it was a smart plan. It was just born out of necessity and a lack of options.

He needed resources, and a lot of them. The multipliers and hidden traps in the Dream Pavilion's contribution point system left his hands strapped, while his father's asks were getting wilder by the day.

Taking advantage of the smaller worlds was safer and more viable, but the reward was potentially much less as well. While taking the latter option was much the opposite.

At that moment, a sudden flicker of red landed by Leonel.

Aina's hair slowly rescinded from a crimson hue and returned to its usual black, as did her eyes, though they returned to a golden brilliance.

Leonel raised an eyebrow at this change, but didn't say much.

"Are we going?" Aina asked.

"... I think that if I had a real breakdown of exactly what to target and where, it would be worthwhile. But in this situation, it's hard. We'd basically be moving around like headless chickens, trying to find something that caught our attention. And even if we did find something that did, whether or not we could snatch it is a different matter entirely."

Leonel was imagining finding some great weapon or some hidden strategic resource, only for it to be guarded day and night by some elite of the Ninth Dimension.

"In that case, let's return," Aina said firmly.

"You're right," Leonel said with a sigh.

like someone ripped your heart out.

righteousness spilling out of

Aina laughed harder.

failure meant their demise, and all

perfectly good braces just to prove a point. In fact, they were more than just a perfect good, they could easily

need a vacation." Aina

just took one," Leonel said somewhat absentmindedly, as though he was still trying to think

shook her head. "Our honeymoon was already half a year ago by

and looked up, suddenly realizing

between, and then the Gathering of Minds was another ordeal. The time had slipped

you want to go to

currently staying in, it also happened to be the Bubble of

ulterior motive when he asked this, and it was Aina's words that shifted his

but there were still so many other loose

Nomads, Thorne, and their God Zoltene was still lingering

how many had they roped in? Were the Mortal Races also

there another plan brewing in

could

about these murky waters, the more sense it made that Emperor Fawkes was being so cautious

made Leonel want to learn even more

the picture. He had gotten lucky this time that things fell in line so perfectly, but there was only so much reading history could do for him.