Dimensional Descent

"Who are you?" Aerin asked coldly, furiously pressing down his anxiety.

"I would tell you... but honestly I don't trust your brain to stay your brain," Leonel said with a laugh.

Aerin frowned. It had always been him gatekeeping information because he was worried about the Dream Force of others, when had it become the other way around?

Although there was a proponent of Force Manipulation level when it came to protecting one's mind, affinity was although a huge aspect. If one had a high enough Dream Force Affinity, even if the attacker was in the Creation State, there was a chance you could pick up on the manipulation ahead of time.

Aerin was only in the Impetus State with his Dream Force, but his affinity was so high that he felt confident in protecting himself against most people. He only really had to start worrying if the upper echelon of Demi-Gods started to get involved, but even then they would have to take a slow and winding path to deal with him.

"You don't have to worry too much about it. Doesn't the fact I'm exposing myself to you count for anything?"

Aerin hesitated. This man had saved him, and had come to him first. All the anxiety of what might be going on had been crushed down to a single point. At the very least, he could monitor this man by staying by his side.

"What do you want, then?" Aerin asked.

"It's simple really, just want your Dream Pavilion to follow my orders for a little bit."

"And if we don't?"

"Well, let's see," Leonel began raising up his fingers one by one, "first you'll be embroiled in war, your sacrifices will be used to enrich others, you'll likely end up helping another Mortal Race reach Demi-Godhood before yourselves, your lineage will be wiped out... need I go on?"

was threatening him with these matters, but rather

possibly expect me

Tablet appeared

a whim and we wouldn't even have to have this

that they could

Tablets, he had two.

exhibit quite some control over the Challenge Sequences, it was

he would

Nomads, and especially Patriarch Khafra, had hidden much of their strength. Unless he used the tablet, even after his breakthroughs, he

"You... how..."

out of his chest and he

the hands of the Gods that couldn't use them to their full potential. After all, to bring out the full

but he

the Silver

breath and his beating heart settled

like a child. The amount of control a Pavilion Head had over a Dream Pavilion was exceptional, practically no one could threaten them here. But if there was a Life Tablet, Leonel

with all of this said, it was still too difficult to trust Leonel, while Leonel wasn't willing