Dimensional Descent

Leonel's aura seemed to carry with it a towering, unsuppressable fury. The veins beneath his skin twitched wildly as he stood in silence, trying to rein in his temper.

Plumes of black and dark violets rose and fell around him, his Dream Sovereign crown flickering with pulses of demonic light.

Let alone Eamon, even the three Nomads felt shaken. Their own minds seemed to be corroding away under Leonel's might, and the world seemed to be slowly swaying toward shades of red.

Somewhere deep inside, Leonel had always felt that it was possible. No matter what the world said, no matter what logic said, he had always felt like he was above it all. Even after he changed his Dream Force path, the truest core of his nature had never changed.

There was a reason he had always tended toward absolute confidence. He never measured himself by what others could or couldn't do, and the only person he had ever truly respected to the depths of his heart was his father. As for anyone else, what they could or couldn't do was irrelevant to him.

And it was this very father that had given him a chance to break free of the Demoness, this father that had taught him everything he knew, this father that was the reason for the strength he held today.

His father had given up so much, so wasn't it only right that he be able to accomplish all things? Wasn't it only right that he could play with the lives of a Demi-God World on a whim? Wasn't it only right that he didn't care very much that his Fawkes identity had been exposed even if that meant becoming the enemy of the world?

Who cared if he was the enemy of the world? He would just win anyway.

There was nothing that could stop him, nothing that should be able to stop him... because his father had paved the path to invincibility for him...

So wouldn't he be letting him down by letting something as foolish as the limitations of others hinder him?

So he had held onto that hope, clung onto something he knew didn't make sense.

it all came

found a way to bring his father back to life, if he somehow surpassed the Regulators and brought his father back from the jaws of death... because just by virtue of doing so, his father would never be his father

him would never return. And any attempt to reform him into that man would

his father so

no amount of power

was a

the highest regard. He couldn't deduce the worth of

formula to weigh the life of a person, but he had become much more lax with his views on

there was no objective morality, his only responsibility was to himself and those around him. Only by doing right by them could he leave

lives were equally

his brothers even the same people they were before they died? Was Rollan the same

Aina the same

shook more and more violently as though it

look up. The pupils of Patriarch Khafra continuously trembled from side to side, his heart rolling in waves. Little Fox's large eyes flashed with denser and denser hints

them could understand what kind

normal human. But in their minds... he seemed to project out as large

the courtroom would truly crumble,