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.

mattresses at all. Instead, they were pods that looked like crystal clear pods. Inside, there was a goo thicker than

cool liquid envelop him, he actually let out a visible sigh

the odd liquid didn't even block his ability to breathe normally. It just felt like he was covered in a

the different methods of the various races, because

be that they did so elsewhere. This wasn't exactly conducive to sexy

out the black spear once again,

to waste like this. Plus, he had something else to occupy his

that made him feel like he could refine the Rapax Domain immediately should he

Spear Force was, indeed, a viable method of moving forward. He

he would have

dealt with first was because he would have to clear 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

to have found some light at the

the spear in his hands again, he took a breath

he was looking for was what exactly he

meant. What were the mechanisms at play? What was he resonating with? What would happen to the Regulator

feeling out the sense the black spear was allowing him to feel. Slowly, he began to sense what it

was also the place where the Dream World

the

was essentially asking him to understand this world even better than the Regulator itself, so much so that it saw

this way, he would replace its role in the Second Dimension and,

of all people a full day to fully grasp this, this was

case, let's try

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