Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked back to face Aerin, but it was clear that the latter didn't recognize him. Though, that much was obvious; if even Aerin could see through his disguise then he might as well not be wearing it at all.

"Let's go," Leonel said.

"Who are you?"

"Not the place to be asking questions."

Aerin frowned, not understanding what this person was trying to get at.

"I'm not taking you with me, I'm just sending you back to your home world. I assume you were lured here due to something related to Lyra? Well, you don't need to worry about it, let's go."

Leonel placed a hand on Aerin's shoulder and whisked him away. At this point, Leonel's strength was too great for Aerin to resist even if he wanted to, but that only made him all the more wary.

Aerin couldn't help but wonder if all of this was a ruse set up by Leonel... the question was for what, though? Was it to get him to trust him?

Leonel chuckled. "There are much easier ways for me to deal with your Bubble, trust me. I wouldn't have the patience to wait for you to grow up and take it all over. Wouldn't I be dead and decrepit by then?"

Aerin frowned and didn't say much. He would just feel out the situation as he went.

But to his astonishment, Leonel actually sent him back to his world... and then directly left as though there was nothing of importance going on with him.

No strings, no communication, there was absolutely nothing.

What did he mean by "they won

uncomfortable feeling welling up in his chest. He thought he was only a pawn in one game of chess, but it seemed

only be an unwitting

...

even enter the

still hadn't grasped the root of it. And more shocking

wasn't a person at all, it was triggered by some sort

the most unfortunate outcome because for one, that certainly meant that whatever traces could have been found were long since wiped out, and on top of

humans and Spirituals, and now doing the same between the Dwarven Race and the Spirituals... What

by everything happening around him. He was missing a piece of the puzzle, an incredibly important

figure it out, he felt that everything would fall into place and it would all make sense

entered the Ma'at Bubble once again and almost instantly had

...

sat in a familiar recliner and a newly refilled glass of wine. She read

work with this anyway, but this person caught

read, the more interested she became and the more she felt an excitement bubbling

thought that this mysterious person was a Fawkes, but maybe this

catastrophe from all those years ago. But from her

think that from that small minority, such a genius

are they getting at? Are they a fool who overestimates themselves? That can't be the case because he saw through my plot, so it has to have