Dimensional Descent

Through some roundabout methods, Leonel managed to find the location of the Dwarven Bubble's Dream Pavilion. He changed his appearance again and let Aina enter the Segmented Cube. At the moment, he looked like a Sprite of average appearance, standing around five feet tall with a pair of translucent wings and skin that was just barely the faintest touch of green.

Was it a bit ballsy to go to the heart of a Dream Force capital with a disguise formed by Dream Force?

Of course.

Did he care?

Not at all.

Travel between the cities of the Dwarven Bubble was especially lax and the security was even more so. In fact, by the time Leonel got to the city that held the Dream Pavilion, he had realized that it wouldn't be difficult to join at all. All he had to do was take a small test that only had the requirement of reaching the necessary bar for affinity.

The test for Dream Force in Complete Worlds, or more accurately ones that met a necessary standard of quality, were quite benign. They had special formations designed to pull those with improper Dream Force affinity out of a helpless state before they fell into an endless spiral of their own memories.

The prerequisite for this formation to work, though, was for the user to have adequate Soul Force affinity.

For Leonel, this test was obviously easy and he didn't waste any time entering the Dream Pavilion. He didn't have the time to waste even if he wanted to.

He had to find a way to either become the new Dream Pavilion Head, or secure himself a spot on the roster to contend against the Nomads, or else all of this would be for naught.

Logically, there was no reason for a Dream Pavilion to pick him out of the numerous seasoned disciples, so he had to carve out his own path, and for that he had his own ideas.

he just had to

...

spent everyday like he was walking on a bed of nails. He tried to keep his steps as light as

survived, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about what was going on. But the Dwarven Race was

again, wouldn't he just be throwing himself

really

father had come to confront him about leaving, something that he thought he had hidden perfectly. But

his exit didn't line up at all. He had been wronged, but even deeper than that... didn't this mean that there was an infiltrator into

this without detection was by using his key. He thought that he had secured it on

ant in a frying pan. He wasn't sure

father, but as a Dream Force expert, he knew exactly how foolish that was. His father wasn't a Dream Force expert, and those that

have to speak

Aerin quickly left.

again met with a situation that was entirely out of

path on the road toward the main Pavilion. Most greeted him

that the Dwarven Race was perfectly harmonious, no Race or even power could claim such a thing. However, they were still more

sense any hostility from this Sprite, he clearly wasn't as respectful or endearing as the other either. But what was oddest was that Aerin felt that he couldn't