Dimensional Descent

"You look like you're scheming something evil. All you're missing is a pitchfork, some horns, and a tail," Aina said, looking at Leonel with a chuckle.

The sudden voice appeared by Leonel's side. He was somewhat caught off guard because Aina had stepped right out from the Segmented Cube, but when he registered what she said he couldn't help but chuckle, reaching over and giving her a pinch she scurried away from.

"It seems like someone has forgotten which between the two of us is the Demon."

Aina blinked innocently. "Both of us?"

Leonel paused. Damn, she was right. But he didn't need to accept such a loss.

Aina giggled, feeling superior. It was hard to win a war of words with Leonel, his thinking speed was too fast. You just had to wait for him to put his foot in his mouth first. Well, that and be able to read his mind like she could.

Instead of trying to find a way to wiggle out of the hole he just buried himself in, Leonel scooped Aina up and rushed away, her squeals of delight filling him with much the same feelings.

**

The days passed quickly and soon there was a tremble that shook the Dream Pavilion.

The Clouds separated and an illusionary projection of the Ma'at Bubble took shape high in the skies. It looked as though the two Dream Pavilions were on a path toward a head-on collision, both rushing toward one another.

But at the final moment, they came to an abrupt stop.

with a smile on his face, looking out toward the approaching Dream Pavilion. His eyes landed

of his challenge, she didn't seem to have the slightest bit of anger in her heart. In

lot of life, and her almost regal calmness was a product of that. This wasn't the type of woman it would be easy to knock off a pedestal, nor would it be easy

Spirituals. Compared to Leonel's numbers, they were a far cry above. The two couldn't even

found across the Human Bubble with Anastasia's help,

of mind of this Emberheart Lady, it was as a result of his display of force. Clearly, without saying it in

already been publicized and there was simply no escaping the scrutiny

eye, and that was the case even if

pacifist's wet dream, it was also the form of

fact Leonel had chosen to lash out now instead of lick his wounds in silence made some turn against him already. The fact that the Spirituals felt like an innocent third party, as most didn't have the context of the slights against him, made it even worse. When this was coupled with the Spiritual's information campaign, and the methods through

half of those watching this challenge were on the side

that Leonel had given them exactly what they needed at the perfect

said with a

parameters," the

people, just me and my Deputy Pavilion

Lady's gaze flashed. Was this young man really so unruly? Who didn't know that the Deputy Pavilion Head was dead? Did

didn't

Emberheart Lady looked over to an older woman