Leonel honestly wasn't sure.
He wasn't even close to finishing. He was so far from filling up and building out his army that he could only feel a bit helpless about it.
The Sea Gods were still useless, the Oryx had yet to reach their full potential, the Morales hadn't even all been resurrected yet—though, Anastasia was making that much faster.
He, himself, was still in the Sixth Dimension and an impossibly long way from the Seventh. His master had just disappeared and would be unlikely to be back any time soon. His brothers had only just regressed back to the Third Dimension and were still working their way back up…
His wife would likely be in labor in another year or so!
This was the absolute worst time for him to be given such an ultimatum.
Leonel stood in silence, staring off into the distance. It was like the universe was telling him that now wasn't his time to be a King, and maybe he would never have such a chance again.
