Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked forward slowly, but his steps seemed to take him across the cosmos. When he entered the range of the Spiritual's home, he slowed down.

The region was exceptionally quiet. It should have been ravaged by enemies from all sides, but it looked as though nothing happening in the outside world had anything to do with them. In fact, it was like they were completely at peace.

Leonel didn't react much to this information. He seemed calm and indifferent, his thoughts smooth and his breathing even.

He took a step forward and entered the bubble. He didn't do anything special, simply walking high in the skies as though nothing could affect him. In that moment, he seemed to be just as much at peace as the world around him.

Down below, there were Spiritual children talking and laughing, couples lost in their romance, and some of the elderly who were enjoying their old age. It was a true paradise. They lived in harmony with nature, and there didn't seem to be any worries on their hearts.

Leonel walked around and tried to find the dark side of things, but it truly seemed as though the Ma'at Bubble had no such thing. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that this was the true God Realm, the place that everyone should want to ascend to.

As he experienced these things, he grew calmer and calmer. He thought about the situation the Human Bubble was in, teetering on life and death. He thought about how his life in the Incomplete Bubble had been thrown on its head and toward greater and greater chaos. He thought about how the Dwarven Bubble had just been seconds away from collapsing entirely.

the land of the Spirituals was truly impossibly

made about himself, how deep inside, he did want to do the right things. It was how

because his father was worried about the influence of the Demoness, he had always gone out of his way to teach Leonel the importance of morality and doing things the right way... even though his father himself wasn't really a man who followed his

his wake. When he was in his prime, he casually killed when he felt like it and

life, whether that be for his wife or for his

had a bottom line. He still remembered when he crossed that bottom line

was, and how much pain and agony he had to go through in comparison, he felt his heart touching that bottom

to just destroy all of their lives? How much satisfaction would that bring him? How much would it settle down this raging, burning, fiery intent in

Wouldn't it feel good?

his mind and his heart all the more. It was a violent change that seemed

or changed, his killing intent was restrained and unnoticeable, and even as he walked from city to city, he