Dimensional Descent

"I'm going to spend the next few days here," Leonel said to Dreadmaw.

Dreadmaw didn't react much to these words. He didn't care very much at all. Instead, he was focused on the powerful sense that was constantly washing over them.

When he finally looked at Leonel, he seemed to be frowning.

"Are you related to this?" Dreadmaw asked.

Leonel looked up and then shrugged before walking away.

Dreadmaw blinked as Leonel vanished into the castle, presumably just randomly taking up a room for him. He wasn't sure how to react to that answer. Leonel didn't confirm it or deny it, which actually left him even more confused.

Unfortunately for Dreadmaw, he wasn't nearly as good at reading human mannerisms as Leonel was at reading Rapax habits. So to him, Leonel's shrug was no different from nothing at all.

Obviously, Leonel knew this and took advantage.

In the end, they weren't partners, and if the situation warranted it, they would likely clash. Leonel couldn't hope to rely on Shadowclaw's favor to win over the entire Rapax Race. That would be foolish.

He had to do this on his own.

...

Entering the room of bone, Leonel chuckled.

at all. Instead, they were pods that looked like crystal clear pods. Inside, there was a goo thicker than oil, but not

leapt into it. Feeling the cool liquid envelop him, he actually let out a visible sigh of

just felt like he was covered in a slightly cool to the touch material that pulled his

to try out the different methods of the various races, because this was certainly

be that

out the black spear once again, hopping out of

lounge around for the next three days, he didn't have time to waste like this. Plus, he had something else to occupy

his battle, he had sensed a very odd resonance, one that made him feel like he could refine the Rapax Domain immediately

be mistaken. This meant that his Spear Force was, indeed, a viable method of moving forward. He just had to fuse it with [Final Destruction]'s circulation method and he would be

he couldn't do this now. If he could just refine any world, he would have

all the Zones in this world first before he even began to take later steps. It was also difficult to comprehend anything if he had to watch his

have found some light at the end of

his hands again, he

was what exactly he was

What were the mechanisms at play? What was he resonating with? What would happen to the Regulator if he did so? Would there be a

took a day, feeling out the sense the black spear was allowing him to feel.

resided. It was also the place where the Dream World existed, and even further, it was the same location as his Destruction World as

was also the location of

correct, his father was essentially asking him to understand this world even better than the Regulator itself, so much so that it saw little to no

role in the Second Dimension and, as

this, this was obviously easier said than

case, let's

finished a map of the