Leonel still didn't know what exactly the Pluto owed the Fawkes, but he sohow subconsciously knew that the fact they were acting now ant that they felt that debt had been paid.
That was an odd thing for him to deduce considering they were attacking the Void Race and now the Fawkes, but the flexibility of Leonel's mind right now was sothing that even most True God Dream Force experts couldn't fathom.
Because of his new understanding of Ti Force, he understood why the Pluto took their Favors so easily.
If he had to guess, the Pluto had very strict laws about how they might use their abilities. After all, if every one of them was as impudent as Leonel, trying to play chess with the tilines to force an outco in the future that best suited him, the entire world would be in a ss.
Of course, this wasn't to say that the Pluto were so holier-than-thou, saint of a Race. Rather, he had a feeling that there were definitely so very severe balancing acts that needed to happen whenever one person played with the tiline so much.
Leonel didn't know if his future self managed to transcend those issues or not… or maybe he was suffering from that counterbalance already. That would explain why he never seed to get any rest.
But regardless of what was true, in order for a Race of Ti Force to exist so long, they had to have asures in place to avoid such counterbalancing.
Even with all their efforts, the Pluto Race was still in a slight decline. So it could be imagined just how difficult this was.
If they were taking action now… they just might be like the Minerva of old, making a final spurt, a last push to reverse the aging of her Race…
And Leonel had a feeling that they would succeed.
The Void Race had gotten cocky. They and their allies thought that they could just bully the Pluto Race into the shadows, not realizing that the Pluto were just biding their ti.
Now that it was ti to explode, the Pluto would reaffirm their positions as the top dog. And given how little ti there was for Existence to, well… exist, they would likely remain there until the very end.
But why was this a problem? It wasn't as though Leonel had ever had any real problems with the Pluto. Well, at least not any large ones. At worst, he had offended El'Rion by a small asure, but it wasn't to the point of life and death.
The reason that Leonel was worried was because he doubted that it would stop with the Void Race.
And even if the Pluto didn't declare war on the entire God Realm, they would certainly throw their weight around. That would cause unwanted variables to appear, and in this sort of chaos…
The Demoness thrived.
What he also didn't want to think about was the potential worst-case scenario… a situation where the Pluto would, indeed, choose to target the Fawkes.
He needed to find out what this debt was all about sooner rather than later.
"Is that everything you know?"
"I only caught a glimpse of what was happening because of a commotion in the Dream Plane. I don't have any details other than that…
"But I can say that the Pluto Race are violently spreading their influence, not just through this war, but they seem to have sent out their current and younger generations without a care if they get killed or not, almost as though they're trying to bait people into attacking them."
Leonel's gaze flickered. This sort of tactic…
Weeding out the weak.
Of course, the weak he referred to were mbers of the Pluto Race themselves.
First, the Pluto made a big move like attacking a sovereign Race, and then they exposed the most vulnerable of them to being hunted down.
On the one hand, the world would now obviously know that the Pluto were making a push to re-establish themselves firmly at the top.
And on the other, they were letting the world know that this was their last chance to take the spot from them.
If they passed this storm with enough of their younger and current generation intact…
The world would never know a ruler other than the Pluto.
It was a double-edged decision, but it was a powerful one nonetheless… one that exuded a great deal of confidence…
Suddenly, Leonel understood sothing.
His grandfather… there was absolutely no way he would give up such a chance.
When he saw through this, he realized why it was that the Pluto might have wanted the debt to be cleared first.
Gervaise would almost certainly make an enemy of the Pluto very soon. As for why, that was obvious.
He wanted to rule the God Realm just as much as the Pluto wanted to, and they were now giving him such a chance.
The war with the Four Great Families wasn't even over, but he knew his grandfather well enough… in fact, maybe the reason Gervaise had yet to personally step out and the Fawkes Empire was still in relative peace was because he was waiting for a mont like this one.
Leonel took a breath and sighed.
The end of the world was on its way, but these powers were actually more interested in being the last standing than anything else.
And maybe he couldn't bla them.
Wasn't that what he was trying to do as well?
But this was troubleso to him for other reasons.
His grandfather might have been willing to deal with his antics before, but he certainly wouldn't accept such a thing now.
Very soon, he would receive an ultimatum.
Either he stood with the Fawkes or he didn't.
Right now, he was only so free because he was breaking military law, and probably several more laws on top of that.
The question was… what should he do?
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
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