Dimensional Descent

Arthur concentrated, eventually managing to make his lower half a mist of light while maintaining a corporeal upper body. Only then did he sigh a breath of relief.

His ability was far too difficult to control. It wasn't because its actual activation was difficult. That alone was as easy as breathing. It already felt as though it was a part of him.

However, there were two problems. The first was that he couldn't take any objects with him when he activated his ability.

Well, this wasn't entirely accurate. When it came to ordinary objects, if Arthur concentrated, he could turn them into flowing lights as well. He could even take these items with him as he entered his 'flowing light' state. The issue was that he didn't have time to concentrate so much on a single task in battle.

Beyond that, when it came to more substantial objects, the level of concentration needed increased explosively. The larger the object and the more valuable it was, the more difficult the process became.

At Arthur's current level of proficiency, only the most mundane items from the Third Dimension could be taken with him. He couldn't even think of taking even the weakest Fourth Dimensional existences, let alone his armor or Excalibur that were just mere half steps from the Fifth.

Such a reality made Arthur's unwillingness obvious.

If he wanted to use his ability, he would need to be stark naked. And, even if he was willing to do this, he would have to abandon his weapon most of the time.

However, aside from this, Arthur knew how truly frightening his ability could be if used properly. He was practically invulnerable, his affinity with the Light Element skyrocketed to the point that maybe only Leonel was above him in regards to citizens of Earth, and even that wasn't guaranteed. Also, in his flowlike state, he could practically ignore the previous injuries to his body.

This last part was maybe the most useful at this moment. Since Arthur's body was practically entirely formed of light particles, its individual parts were far less reliant on each other. If he controlled his injuries to entering a 'flow' state, he wouldn't feel any pain. In addition, his healing accelerated in his flow state.

Still, all of this led to his second problem…

He was too fast. So fast that he couldn't even properly control his own body. It made it almost too difficult to battle in this state.

His mind simply couldn't keep up with his movements.

into a retreat. As long as he could do this, then they could stabilize Aina's situation and hopefully find another solution to

that even as he was preparing to fight

icy hell, their hearts all came to a grinding halt

…

~Moments ago~

leaving a trail of gold in his wake. The little mink snuggled cozily in

Camelot was that he didn't need to worry about Invalids. Maybe it was because of their origin, but as the people of

was indeed in dire need of

current populace, but such an

if there were some changes to the overall political climate of Camelot, they wouldn't be a long

much manpower as I think they did, they're likely not far away from being finished. The only remaining variable is City Lord White

Though he understood how strength levels functioned in the Fourth Dimension

cards to deal with the situation. But

head, a light smile suddenly coating his face as

a couple hours, actually… I wonder if she'll

a lot of space in the past few months, allowing her the time she needed to work through her

intelligence, he was still new to romantic relationships. His entire mind was filled

got the girl. Why did none of them ever explain what

that should be

Leonel's mind went blank.

corpses, many of which didn't seem to have a single ounce of blood remaining

abilities. It wasn't too hard to believe that someone might have a blood leeching ability. What shocked

without having participated in the battle. The black robes accented by

If White City was retreating, why was there still a massive battle going on