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."

toward him and

help drive you. But he had

just telling Eamon that wouldn't change

to the Dream Pavilion and the Segmented Cube, enjoying another round of bonding.

still swinging a sword. His 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 whistle of wind following

to

when he saw that it was Leonel, his gaze was filled with a

on him. In fact, he had

training and he was constantly chasing perfection. How could Leonel still improve so much faster than

down at his sword and

a sword alone wasn't enough. He needed battle, he needed blood, he wanted to

that

human in that cruel world? Would he be able to succeed in much of anything? Or would he end up as some

That will be a good chance for you to hone your skill. I will let

Leonel turned and left.

of them had begun integrating much more. The last person he was worried about was his cousin, Fifth Nova. He

finding faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar

them, there was a particularly wizard-like man, one

Gemmes.