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."

that would be a game changer and shift the Vast Dream

the

Orbs. His goal was to create a Forgetful State that could find a balance between what the Deputy Heads had comprehended

make the comprehension

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

Fawkes could do nothing of the sort. Even if they knew of the three most powerful techniques, that didn't mean they could

capable of doing what he had

it is," Leonel thought

lower half of his face. His snowboarding goggles

"Now we wait."

the skies on one of his large palms with a substantial amount of

Leonel's eyes narrowed. "More than likely headed for the city, there'll only be one suitable spot to

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

and when Leonel felt it was

hand, and the skies were almost instantly blanketed by a rain of arrows. From afar, it might have even looked

of arrows seemed to have an almost mysterious quality to them, as though they were both separate

"Beautiful."

word he could use to