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.

to those situations, the land of the

made about himself, how deep inside, he did want to do the right things. It was how he was raised, and it was the type of

out of his way to teach Leonel the importance of morality and doing things the right way... even though his

a womanizer who left broken hearts in his wake. When he was in his prime, he casually killed when he felt like it

had taught him a different way to live life, whether that be for his

in all sorts of directions, had a bottom line. He still remembered when he crossed that bottom line before. He had looked back on that past with indifference, but now he could feel the hints of guilt rooting themselves in his

the Spiritual Bubble was, and how much pain and agony he had

that bring him? How much would it settle down this raging, burning, fiery intent

Wouldn't it feel good?

he saw, those thoughts only seemed to bang against the cage of his mind and his heart

bask in it calmly. His eyes never flickered or changed, his killing intent was restrained and unnoticeable, and even as he walked from city to city, he not only didn't kill a single person, but he only seemed