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."

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

to do that, he had used the souls of Gemmes and the other Deputy Heads in an experiment that worked better than

State that could find a balance

easily make the comprehension their own, giving everyone a shortcut

so many had ganged up on the Fawkes Family. It could be said that that side of his family comprised nothing

hadn't considered, though, was the fact that most Fawkes could do nothing of the sort. Even if they knew of the three most powerful techniques, that didn't mean they could use or understand them. There was a reason

a handful of Fawkes capable of

it is," Leonel thought

goggles flickered and images flashed by

"Now we wait."

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

the city, there'll only be one

shot forward. From high above, he blended into the snow so well that the Dream Force expert didn't see

by and when Leonel felt it was right, he suddenly

bow formed in his hand, and the skies were almost instantly blanketed by a rain of arrows. From afar, it might have even looked like a meteor shower had fallen onto the

fast, looking for a place to dodge to, only to realize that Leonel's rain of arrows seemed to have an almost mysterious quality to them, as though they were both separate and together

"Beautiful."

he could