Dimensional Descent

Leonel appeared in a world of ice. He wore a fluttering cloak of white that would have looked perfect for an assassin if not for its bright shade. Every time the wind rebuffed against it, it would radiate a delicate sky blue light that made it look absolutely magical.

He was still experimenting with "cool" uniforms and he had to admit that he quite liked this one, especially when the white gloves and snowboarding goggles matched with it.

'Seven out of ten,' Leonel thought to himself. 'We can still do better. Much better.'

All this said, he didn't just wear this outfit for the sake of the looks. It was truly cold in this world.

This place was under the control of the Nomad Race, a special variant of them with skin that looked drained of all blood. They were especially lanky, and it looked as though they were in a constant state of hibernation.

This wasn't much different from Patriarch Khafra, but whereas the latter's situation was almost certainly caused by a technique of some sort, for the former, they were naturally born this way.

Leonel had come here for a very specific reason, and that was obviously to kill.

He had used Somnus' information to pinpoint a few likely locations where the Nomads were involved in Flaura's plot. Though he wasn't here just for revenge.

As he had said to Aina, he needed to speed up everyone's growth a bit.

"What weighed the most heavily on the Dream Pavilion's scale were Impetus State Dream Force users."

"Well, this wasn't actually true. Obviously, Life and Creation State users were even more important. But it wasn't realistic for Leonel to suddenly come out with a bunch of them, and even if he could, it would be foolish to do so."

few hundred or maybe even thousand Impetus State Dream Force experts, that would be a game changer and shift the Vast Dream

he had used the souls of Gemmes and the other Deputy Heads in an

used [Assimilate] on the souls and the Forgetful Orbs. His goal was to create a Forgetful State that could find a balance between

easily make the comprehension their own, giving

almost too well. Well enough that Leonel almost understood why so many had ganged up on the Fawkes Family. It could be said that that side of

three most powerful techniques, that didn't mean they could use or understand them. There was a

capable of doing what he had done and was

it is," Leonel thought

that covered the lower half of his face. His snowboarding goggles flickered and images flashed by until he had peered into the Dream Pavilion that hung high in the skies a

"Now we wait."

over a day before Leonel saw his target. The old Nomad left, soaring through the skies on one of his large palms with a substantial amount

than likely headed for the city, there'll only be one suitable spot

high above, he blended into the snow so well that the Dream Force expert didn't see or sense him

Leonel felt it was right, he suddenly

were almost instantly blanketed by a rain of arrows. From afar, it might have even looked like a

arrows seemed to have an almost mysterious quality to them, as though they

"Beautiful."

he could use