Dimensional Descent

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Leonel's enigmatic steps sent him fluttering across the training room. Three puppets wearing wooden armor pressed him from all sides, conjuring spells of all kinds to bombard him.

Leonel's eyes remained closed, his Internal Sight remaining concentrated on this small region.

Thoughts of how Lamorak had toyed with him played in his head again and again. The memories were so vivid that he could almost feel the same pain coursing through his body once more.

Leonel was suddenly cornered by all three puppets. It seemed for a moment that he would be pincered from all sides.

An arrow of earth, fire and water assaulted him from different directions, aiming to take his life.

The puppets of this room were all entirely made of Spiritual Wood. As a result, their ability to cast spells was even beyond that of their human counterparts. This made up for their stiff actions with overwhelming power.

That said, to humans, more Spiritual Wood wasn't necessarily better. After all, if one's wand was too large, it would be like trying to use a sledgehammer to staple two sheets of paper together. And even that wasn't necessarily a good analogy considering in this case, the mages might not even have enough strength to 'lift' the sledgehammer.

However, these puppets were different. Their Spiritual Pressure was provided by crystals. In that case, they were much less limited in this regard.

Just when it seemed Leonel would be struck, he arched his head forward, narrowly dodging the arrow of earth. His hips twisted, ducking past the arrow of fire.

The two arrows swept by his body, crashing into the opposing puppets and sending them flying.

The final arrow of water took advantage of the situation, zipping through the air and appearing between Leonel's brows in a flash.

Leonel's eyes suddenly snapped open, an overwhelming Spirit Pressure sweeping forth that seemed to freeze the arrow in air for a split moment.

'[Deconstruct].'

swirled around Leonel. In that moment, a Magic Art appeared before him in the path

its momentum, crashing into the Art before it

the collision one would have expected never occurred. The water arrow seemed to

first point to enter Leonel's Art — it collapsed, becoming no different from normal droplets of water. In fact, Leonel felt a refreshing spray shower his

between him and the water

PENG!

steadily increasing. All his power shot up from his pivot foot, through his hips, and into his fists, crumpling the wooden

the room dimmed, signaling that all

not enough…'

of the puppets into a corner

and read the books within their library to understand what this General Star really is. Walking around blindly on my own will take too long. I have

spear. He knew he had completely mastered the technique of the primitive woman. He had just been a bit distracted by Magic Arts in recent

spell of the Three Star Official Art level. But, Leonel felt that this rating was inaccurate, because it could technically work on any

coming toward you and make the appropriate changes to its form. So, for most mages, it was only useful against

bad this arena doesn't have Magus level puppets.

in his thoughts, he walked out from the training room, his

"Leonel!"

to find Lionus waiting for him. He smiled

"Lionus."

One Star Official Mage?

Magic Arts he knew and his ability to cast them. As for the Crystallization of his Spirit Pressure, he was lagging behind in his aspect, making his Arts

than just knowledge and ability, it was also necessary to gain certain merits. In addition, even if he could rush up to the Three Star Magus rank immediately, Leonel felt it was inappropriate to

being looked into by others. Though his status as a Holy Son was enough to blind the common people and maybe some of the more religious upper echelon, there were of

was the

look through all their techniques, but not read all their knowledge, Leonel felt it made sense in the end. Often times, it was impossible to learn