Dimensional Descent

Amynta's heart lurched when she heard this, but her lips were sealed, both by design and by her will. However, Leonel didn't really need to hear the answer, he already knew it. In this regard, Amynta and his grandfather weren't all that different.

Leonel had many thoughts about where his grandfather might be and what he was doing now. There was no reason for him to have been gone so long, it didn't make any sense, especially considering the time dilation between the regions.

However, seeing how far Amynta had gone to revive the Constellation Families, he had a guess.

When Leonel left, the Fawkes family barely had any members. Other than himself, who was already barely considered a Fawkes to begin with, there were only his grandfather, his mother and his uncle.

Whatever was causing his grandfather to drag his feet so much almost certainly had to do with the revival of the Fawkes. And as for how he would do it... would it be much different than what Amynta had done?

Leonel had known for a long time what kind of man his grandfather was. Emperor Gervaise Fawkes would take the path that suited him best.

He had personally handpicked Leonel's grandmother to be his wife for reasons that likely weren't purely out of love... if there was any love to begin with.

He hadn't hesitated to all the deaths of billions of his own citizens to ensure that Earth wasn't overrun by Invalids.

He had no qualms about manipulating his own grandsons to do his bidding, throwing them directly into the line of fire as he sat back on his throne.

And yet, Leonel couldn't say that he hated his grandfather very much anymore. In fact, as time passed, Leonel found himself cozying up to the old man, thinking of him as a real grandfather rather than the caricature of one.

Part of that was because he no longer had the right or the moral high ground to denounce his grandfather's actions. He was no longer that naive teenage boy.

Another part was the fact he could feel that though his grandfather's actions were cruel in the eyes of many, in a lot of ways he wasn't unlike Leonel...

too subjective. There were too many moving parts, too many differing opinions, so the two men,

their families

day his grandfather

was it to endure being the last of your kind? At one point, he was the only Fawkes that remained in the entire world... how much rage was buried in his

and sighed.

she

I'm not really interested in all of this. Like I said, you're

not quite understanding what was going on. But when she heard Leonel's words, she looked

lips parted but no words came

to speak and refuse,

"We accept."

softly it sounded almost like a light breeze. However, everyone here was an expert,

end of the day her thoughts could be summarized

Leonel was

went quite smoothly. After one battle, her prestige amongst the Godlens rose to an entirely different level and

world like this one, and Amynta was the wife of their Patriarch to begin with. It was easy

plans to corral the rest of the human population under one banner and

things would stabilize, so he had a meeting with Amynta and