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.

already released the bait, he just had to wait

...

like he was walking on a bed of nails. He tried to keep his steps as light as possible, and yet his own weight

stop himself from thinking about what was going on. But the Dwarven Race was too isolated for him to get any solid information. There had to be a

he stepped out again, wouldn't he just be throwing himself to the wolves

really couldn't sit

to confront him about leaving, something that he thought he had hidden perfectly. But apparently, he knew the

Aerin realized he had been framed. The timelines for the spike in the formation and 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 their Bubble they had

someone could have done this without detection was by using his key. He thought that he

in a frying pan. He

hand, he felt that he should inform his father, but as a Dream Force expert, he knew exactly how foolish that was. His father wasn't a Dream Force expert,

to speak

Aerin quickly left.

met with a situation that was entirely

path on the road toward the main Pavilion. Most greeted him warmly, and he thought

frowned. It couldn't be said that the Dwarven Race was perfectly harmonious, no Race or even power

But what was oddest was that Aerin felt that he couldn't read