Dimensional Descent

Patriarch Khafra's gaze sharpened.

"It's been long enough," he said coldly.

There wasn't a strict time limit on sending in participants, but that didn't mean that they were perfectly lax. There were methods of pressure that Patriarch Khafra could use, and some of those even included losing even more points.

All of this was just a formality at this point. Whether Leonel sent someone in or not didn't matter. He had only really spoken for the sake of regaining face. The rest of it was irrelevant to him.

He had all the time in the world. So long as Leonel stalled for any longer, he would just deduct more of his points.

This was just the first step of their plan and they weren't on a timeline crunch... yet.

Leonel completely ignored him, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. The entire rest of the world was meaningless to him; he felt at peace so long as he could feel Aina in his arms.

His violent aura slowly receded further and the world returned to peace. Finally, the tears of blood that ran down his cheeks were burnt into a falling rain of ash. The last to recede was his crown of black and violet, his robes leaving just a moment before.

Soon, there was truly a peaceful quiet.

"-Hurry up!"

The first thing Leonel heard when he started paying attention to the world once again was Gregwyn's incessant chattering. He seemed to be even more pissed off than Patriarch Khafra that he had felt so much fear just now.

He was eager to watch Leonel fall, and his previous complacent laughter had been muffled by his unhappiness.

Once again, Leonel ignored him.

He was painted into a corner? What complete and utter fools. He had never been painted into a corner in his entire life, and he doubted it would start now.

to lose on purpose,

one could

just because of Goggles action, but because of the deep and profound respect he had for the man who had raised him. Recreating that man was nothing more than a spit to

take. It was a loss not to the world, not to these jumping clowns, but to his father himself. No

looked into

"I'll need your help."

understanding

intention, the technique her father gave her circulated and she fell from the Eighth Heaven back down the

of several pills, she entered the Fourth Dimension in a

eyes widened, but it

both her and Little Fox

a

stood in silence, his heart calming down for only a

Respect and Persistence.

his father enough to never try and recreate the

Persist to prove to the world that Velasco Morales was the only one

BANG!

same time, his True Dream Sovereignty reached the Silver Grade. If before his Dream Force was only akin to a level above, right now his Higher Life State Dream Force felt like a Quasi Creation State

of the Self Path and he understood why he hadn't been able to understand

He was too stubborn.

special you, yourself, were, could you impose that Will onto the outside world and force the various treasures of the

the

never truly