Dimensional Descent

Leonel's didn't expect this kind of response. A battle to decide who would become the Idol of a generation? But if this was the explanation, then... why did he already feel like he was one?

It felt odd...

What Leonel didn't know was that the Phenomena he caused was sensed by the Gods.

The Idol Battlefield was a location that moved without rhyme or reason, and it was impossible to keep tabs on it in the long term.

It could be said that the only reason this battle only took place once every few generations was because all the time in between was spent finding exactly where it was.

It was hard for even the Gods to understand exactly what the Idol Battlefield was all about and why it was formed in the first place. The stories were so old and had grown so muddled that it was difficult to place a finger on exactly where their origins lay and what was truth from fiction.

All they knew was that the Idol Battlefield always disappeared after its winners were crowned and it only appeared again when there were a sufficient number of candidates prepared to do battle once more.

But even now, the Idol Battlefield seemed far more agitated than usual. It was much too far away from the normal reaches of Existence for anyone other than the most powerful to feasibly travel to it, and yet it was making such a commotion.

This was the first time they had found the battlefield before it was within their range. It traveled through a vast nothingness, the regions of Existence that the Northern Star had already rendered to not even a memory.

For it to suddenly throw such a tantrum...

What could have happened?

Even without understanding, many Weapon Masters began to sharpen their weapons, readying themselves for a battle of ages.

the Idol Battlefield should have taken hundreds more years to reach them once again. But with how

little as a decade at most, or even sooner, it was very likely that it would

this anomaly happening, who dared to say that this event would be the same as the others? Who was to say that there wasn't some added specialness to this event this

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information he wanted from the Godlens, Leonel returned to the Dream Pavilion. He looked toward a few snow globes

one to Ramon. But he both ended up getting distracted and felt that it was no longer

path and Leonel didn't want to interfere with it. Plus, it was hard to say how effective all

was to use them like Forgetful

able to give souls more permanency by anchoring them to an object. Depending on how

increase the talent of the object, or... he could create something that could enhance

was little more than speculation on Leonel's part. He actually wasn't sure if this was possible at all, but he had a good feeling that it was. There

half-foot into the Self Path, he

father was only adept at using his own Self as a conduit for his Crafting. But as a descendant of the Fawkes, couldn't Leonel do more than

he could take and control the souls of others, didn't that mean that

case, his Self Path would be even more

sharpened as he stood up abruptly. A

mood. However, when she saw what was being

What was happening here?

...

BOOM!

path. His foot steps were so powerful

he was approaching his destination, his eyes were a fiery

descended from