Leonel stood in silence as Anastasia and Elorin began to form a resonance between them. He had always been fascinated by Time Force, and though it was a bit hard to care to focus on it when he was still comforting his wife, he couldn’t help but throw out a few more glances.

His Weapon Forces always had a tendency to touch onto Space and Time Forces when it reached an extreme, though in limited applications.

However, the stronger his Weapon Forces became, the more obvious the overlaps became and the more he realized the kind of direction the pinnacle Weapon Forces went toward.

There was something unexpected that reinforced this idea, however… and that was his former Emulation Spatial Force Innate Node, now turned his heart.

Emulation Spatial Force was a combination Node of Dream and Space. But what was more interesting than that was how Leonel had deduced that it sat as an inferior version of Infinity Force, the all-encompassing Force that could be or represent all things.

The reason this was interesting was because of the very fact Emulation Spatial Force was made of Dream and Spatial Force in the first place. It was like a hint…

The fabric of all things was divided into consciousness and the tangible result of it. This was the soul and body. When you had these two things, it was only natural that you could create anything.

But it was still missing something…

Time.

Could it be that the true Infinity Force was a fusion of Dream, Space, and Time instead of the amalgamation of all Forces like many claimed it to be?

The world had no meaning, no structure, without time. Even if you could think of anything and force it into being, what kind of substance would it have if time was ignored?

There was already an amalgamation of all Forces… it was Neutral Force.

Back then, Leonel had thought that the difference was that Infinity Force was perfectly balanced in all Forces, while there were a ton of impurities in normal neutral Force, but now he wasn’t so sure…

And the reason for that was precisely his Weapon Forces.

Weapon Forces were also a kind of creation. It was the consciousness of a person that forced it into being.

The fact this was true, and how it seemed to be able to control Time and Space to an extent at its extremes, seemed to point toward there being something much more deeply hidden in all of this.

And now, observing how Anastasia and Elorin were weaving their Time Force together to pull at the stream, he felt endlessly fascinated… especially because they were using the core of Elorin’s being to succeed.

They weren’t just aimlessly searching through time, they were using Elorin as an anchor and looking back through his past to find his parents and grandfather.

And this was what sparked a small moment of enlightenment for Leonel.

Weapon Forces started coming off of him like slow solar flares, arcing and slowly separating into a resonant ring.

Aina sensed the change, but she remained perfectly still, nestled up in his arms without a desire to disturb him. Plus… she was endlessly comfortable here.

PENG!

Leonel’s Weapon Forces broke into the Higher Creation State.

PENG!

They broke into the Peak Creation State mere moments later.

There was a calmness to his gaze even though he was looking forward in a daze.

Time wasn’t just something that stretched through the infinite bounds of space, but it was represented in one’s consciousness as well.

His Dream Force shook.

A memory, if clear enough, was almost like a pocket of a past enough, a return to a previous timeline…

Suddenly, Leonel had touched upon a comprehension level of Dream Force that only the Demoness ever had.

When the Demoness appeared in the lair of the Invalids and all time seemed to stop… this had never been an application of Time Force.

It was an application of Dream Force that only she had ever comprehended.

Until now.

Control.

That was Leonel’s Ability Index, but he had thought of it in far too limited a capacity.

The Dream Plane existed in the Second Dimension, and his Dream Force Comprehension had reached down into the first, making lower-case dimensions feel worthless. It was why he could sense it when someone spoke about him even from countless worlds away.

But he had forgotten… the dimensions weren’t just three… they were four… and the fourth was Time.

To have Control over one’s mind, to truly control it, meant not just controlling himself in this present space in this present time… it meant controlling himself across all iterations, across all timelines, across all events.

A bomb seemed to have echoed through Leonel’s mind and his aura began to change rapidly, not necessarily growing stronger. Sometimes, it would grow infinitely weaker, but then explode forth with a great amount of strength.

Sometimes it would begin at an impossible to fathom height, only to drop down to an abyss of weakness.

He didn’t know how long he spent in this state, but when he awoke, he found that the souls of Old Hutch and Elorin’s parents had already been pulled out.

He slowly regained his bearings, the pressure he was giving off slowly receding.

Elorin’s looked toward Leonel with wild flickers in his eyes, seemingly only now understanding why Leonel had never

cared about antagonizing him…

Leonel simply didn’t fear him. His opponents were the True Gods of this Plane.

Leonel waved a hand and a surge of energy flooded into the Life Tablet. He ignored Hutch for the moment and poured it all into Elorin’s parents.

Before his eyes, they became more tangible and slowly regained their human forms.

Elorin finally couldn’t hold his emotions back anymore. They were real. They were here. These were his parents.

He rushed forward and hugged them both before they understood what was happening, tears flooding down his cheeks.

Leonel watched this in silence, not saying anything even as he watched the whites of Elorin’s parents’ eyes suddenly consume their irises and pupils.

SKRI!

Elorin’s parents chomped down on his neck at the same time.