Dimensional Descent

"Old Bastian, I need to talk to you," Aerin bowed respectfully at the entrance of a Dream Pavilion. He didn't need to be so polite, but Old Bastian was still his elder. That said, the fact he called him Old Bastian at all went to show how close their relationship was.

"Come in, come in," an aged but cheery voice came from the inside.

Aerin smiled a hint bitterly and then entered.

"How many times do I have to tell you there's no need for such formalities, little prince? You've already done more for the Dwarven Race than I've done in my entire lifetime. If anything, I should be bowing to you."

An aged Sparrow with a head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles beckoned Aerin forward, urging him to sit on the prayer mat by his side.

The older Sparrows grew, the larger their wings became. In fact, some of them even showed mutations that allowed them to grow multiple.

Old Bastian had two pairs of wings that looked like they had been plucked from a dragonfly's back. Usually, for the average Sparrow, a wing that was more than a foot long was already a huge boon. But Old Bastian's wings were almost as long as he was tall, spreading out to over four feet.

Though the man looked aged, the one thing that never lagged behind for Sparrows were their wings. He was more agile now than maybe any other person in the Dwarven Kingdom.

"You're flattering me again, Old Bastian," Aerin said a bit sheepishly.

"Only what you deserve, only what you deserve. Now tell me, what've you come here for today?" Old Bastian said with a jovial smile. "I can tell there's something weighing heavily on you."

Aerin took a deep breath. Even though he took a seat on the prayer mat, he had a hard time looking Old Bastian in the eye.

"Old Bastian, will you hate me if I ask you for something unreasonable?"

The old Sparrow looked at Aerin deeply before giving him a meaningful smile.

sleeve too much, little prince. That is why you're so easily manipulated. I've spoken to your father

Aerin's heart jumped.

"If you want to sneak away, you need to be sharper than that. And let me

call myself

His head snapped back to see the disguised Leonel, wondering what the hell he was doing. Hadn't they

Bastian's reaction, Leonel knew that

though he wasn't very surprised. "So you're the one who's been manipulating my

clear that even in

be me. But I do need your help to deal

convenient story," Old Bastian

a 50/50 chance. If anything, he was happy that Old Bastian

didn't hide his tracks well enough the first time he left, it would be easy to expose Leonel instead of confusing

word, Leonel flipped his palm and revealed the

a lot of information about the outside world... like how the Spirituals had just started a campaign against

here to retaliate against the

Leonel

want to get

don't have a choice. Whether it's me or your enemies, someone is going to throw you into the fray one way or another. So why not do it with some flair and show the world your Race

Bastian fell into silence for a long while and Leonel

my Dream Pavilion Head

"Temporarily."

kept to his word and abdicated, would their Race ever truly be free of him? Or would they end

didn't refute, there was no point in doing