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Aina's hair slowly rescinded from a crimson hue and returned to its usual black, as did her eyes, though they returned to a golden brilliance.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

ripped your heart

said with righteousness

Aina laughed harder.

war where failure meant their demise, and all for the sin of

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

need a

Leonel said somewhat absentmindedly, as though he was still trying to think of a way to

"Our honeymoon was already half

looked up, suddenly realizing

long while, then there was an extended period between, and then the Gathering of Minds was another ordeal. The time had slipped away without him even realizing,

go to

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

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

spun a web that trapped the Owlans, but there were still so many other loose ends that he had yet

Nomads, Thorne, and their God Zoltene was

preparing all along, how many had they roped in? Were the Mortal

plan brewing in

yet to appear, and Leonel could only conclude that there

sense it made

want to learn even more about

things fell in line so perfectly, but there was only so much reading history could do for him. Eventually, he would need the real