Dimensional Descent

Leonel hadn't sensed the appearance of this person at all. It was as though, in one instant, they were just there, as though they had always been there, as though they had never not been there.

This person was powerful.

He was a man, handsome beyond reason, and having a head of pink hair not much unlike Minerva. However, unlike Minerva, his wings were a frightening gold that reflected all light. No, it wasn't that they reflected all light, but rather that they reflected the light so fiercely that each ray that bounced off felt as sharp as the light of a sword. It felt like if he wanted, he could cleave a world in two with a single flap.

The man was valiant beyond reason and exuded an otherworldly temperament that made it seem like he wasn't of this world, that even the Gods themselves couldn't have personally sculpted him.

And it was when Leonel had this thought that he frowned and shook himself awake. A cold sweat broke out on his back and he felt that there was something particularly odd about this man.

It was times like this that he wished he had kept the original path of his Dream Force. But right now, he was being forced to respect this man...

No, it was his choice to respect this man, he reminded himself.

'Is his Dream Force so tangible that he can affect even my mind so easily? No, it's not that... is this what a true Dharma feels like? But not quite...'

Leonel's Wise Sea and Star Order status acted to quickly dissect the aspects of this man he could understand and put them together, and soon he felt he had a grasp.

This man was only a step away from becoming a true God. The feeling of awe and reverence came almost entirely from this feeling, but it was also a wake-up call.

The strength of some at the Peak of the Creation State was on a completely different level.

someone who had a Quasi-Dharma was even more exaggerated. It felt like a world apart. The separation between the two tiers was devastating, so much so that it was difficult for Leonel to even gather up the fighting intent

his mind was being forcefully tempered by

falling from the skies, supporting her. Then, he

tell if this was because she had clearly lost, or if it was because she

toward Leonel. It was like she didn't trust what she would

Minerva was

felt before was multiplied several times over. It felt like he was watching a golden star approach from the skies, preparing to collide with his planet. But even as it approached, the forest caught fire, the oceans dried up, and large pieces were being ripped from

truly felt that he was

above Leonel's head. Right then, he focused on the other half of

Persistence.

skies, meeting the gaze of the man that seemed to hold a

that Leonel was so persistent. As far as he was concerned, Leonel was a wave of the hand away from death, and had always been that,

man was

a God. In this world, no

the Head of the Owlans. No... he was the

Elysium.

are your attempt at survival, and they're pleasing enough to me. However, the Segmented Cube and the Life Tablet, those aren't things that the likes

to look at