Dimensional Descent

Miles stepped to the edge of the walls, taking a deep breath. A strong surge of Force whipped around him, forming rainbow-colored clouds around his body.

The rainbow clouds continued to grow in size, blanketing the area around Miles at ever-increasing speeds.

As the battle below raged on, it was hard for anyone to take notice of such a phenomenon. Many weren't qualified to do so. Though rainbow clouds should have been something that captured the awe of all, the truth was that most didn't have the affinity necessary to sense them because…

They were formed of Dream Force.

By this point, it couldn't be more obvious why it was that Miles' ability was useless against Leonel. The former had an ability reliant on a Force that practically bowed down to the latter.

The clouds eventually grew from covering just a few tens of meters to over several hundred. Very quickly, it covered over a kilometer.

Miles had been able to cast an illusion over tens of kilometers worth of city. This much was most definitely possible for him. The only question was whether or not he would have the time he needed to do it.

But, there were two things working in his favor. The first was the Invalids were too far from him and most of them likely weren't even aware of what he was doing. And, the second reason was as the Descent of the Fourth Dimension accelerated toward completion, Miles could slowly feel his ability strengthening and growing.

Now, whereas it would have taken him several hours to reach this level in the past, it only took him a little over half an hour to reach this point.

Miles' gaze flashed open, the troops below were still battling, but they had fallen into a stalemate. But, this was perfect, this was exactly the situation they wanted.

The reason they were in a stalemate wasn't because their momentum had stalled, but rather because they were pacing themselves to maintain their stamina for a final push.

core. Joel became their main source of attack, Milan was their defense, and Raj was their crowd control. They worked together seamlessly, waiting for

sport, for that matter, momentum was an important but abstract concept. Yet, as a team that rarely if ever lost, the Royal Blue

moment. For the first time, the

began to act erratically,

was able to slowly learn about it over time and refine

of his stamina and took even more time. However, if he broke down the illusions into their individual parts, he was able to gain sometimes even

was possible for him to target particular

that all five senses were accounted for. Whether it was touch, smell, sight… it all had to be

hone in on specific parameters and tweak them to his

of pain feel ten times worse. He could target scent and force even the most veteran of hunting dogs into a corner. He could target sight and make a person feel as though they had

was what abilities could do. The possibilities were endless as long as one

Miles experiments were taken to their logical extreme, he created an entirely

"Sensory Domain."

Miles' gaze blazed.

Sensory Domain, everyone was under his control. He could strip a person of all their feeling. Their sense of touch, sight, hearing, smell

was exactly

couldn't hear where they were coming from, either. Only those who had relatively

could cut of proprioception and the ability

ability of a person to tell where their body parts are in relation to one another. If someone lost this ability, even walking would be impossible. Doing practically anything would