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 Pavilion's formula enough that he could finally purchase some top of the line

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

was to create a Forgetful State that could find a balance between what the Deputy Heads

could easily make the comprehension their own, giving everyone a shortcut

that Leonel almost understood why so many had ganged up on the Fawkes Family. It could be said that that side of his family

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 Leonel had almost died earning the recognition of the Golden Tablet before he could do anything

only a handful of Fawkes capable of doing

there it is,"

cloak as he pulled up the scarf that covered the lower half of his face. His snowboarding goggles flickered and images flashed by

"Now we wait."

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

for the city, there'll only be one suitable spot to

above, he blended into the snow so well that

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

of arrows seemed to have an almost mysterious quality to them, as though they were both separate and together at once, as though they were the cogs in

"Beautiful."

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