Dimensional Descent

Vivak had tried to kill Leonel and his cousin in the past. That wasn't something that could be easily forgiven, but this time, Leonel had chosen to let things slide.

After the change to his Dream Force Path, Leonel was always making conscious efforts to find a balance between doing what was smart and what was right.

Throwing his wife in the line of fire for him was a step too far, however him taking an insult on the chin was not.

He had to Respect the world he was in and realize that he couldn't do everything alone. He had to lean on others when given the opportunity to.

If he acted on impulse and just slaughtered the entire upper echelon of the Godlen family, what then?

Well, he'd have to find people to replace those leaders, or he'd have to do it himself. He wouldn't have the heart of the people and who knew how many would choose to act like Goggles did? And what could the remaining Godlens who chose to bury a grudge deep within their hearts, waiting for the perfect time to strike?

Acting as he pleased felt good in the moment, but it was ultimately never the best thing to do.

He would have to settle for making this father uncomfortable and forcing him to sit with his inferiority. As for the rest, it would come in due time.

Sometimes, it was enough to take a win at face value and not chase for more.

"Alright, let's go Eamon. You've been working hard, you should take a rest."

Eamon smiled. "All of this is fun. I've never cared about much other than Crafting, and since I've decided to move on from other things, this will always be what's more important to me."

looked over toward him

help drive you. But he had seen enough

wouldn't change anything. He had to show

returned to the Dream Pavilion and the Segmented Cube, enjoying another round

long black hair cascaded down his back and despite the speed with which he was swinging the thick, wooden sword, there wasn't even the slightest

not going to join?" Leonel

saw that it was Leonel, his

up on him. In fact, he had noticed Leonel immediately.

never missed a single second of training and he was constantly chasing

looked down at his sword and closed his

a sword alone wasn't enough. He needed battle, he needed blood, he wanted to leave and go off on his

was that

a human in that cruel world? Would he be able to succeed in much of anything? Or would he

will be a

Leonel turned and left.

worried about was his cousin, Fifth Nova. He was maybe even more reclusive than Amery, but just as he

faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar

particularly wizard-like man, one that Leonel remembered pointing

Gemmes.