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.

Noah didn't need to know this. Arthur just needed an opening. Just one opening to injure the Prince enough to force him into a retreat. As long as he could do

as he was preparing to fight and even as Noah was sizing him up… that the battlefield would suddenly

into an icy hell, their hearts all came

…

~Moments ago~

skies on his shuttle, leaving a trail of gold in his wake. The

the people of Camelot awakened to their abilities, none of them failed. This might very well have been

in dire need of population. They

might not even double their current populace, but such an influx of

wouldn't be useful in a short time. But, if there were some changes to the overall political

they did, they're likely not far away from being finished. The

in such details. Though he understood how strength levels functioned in the Fourth Dimension now, that wouldn't help him very much

But it's odd, The Empire's army…

his head, a light smile suddenly coating his face

couple hours, actually… I wonder if

He had given Aina 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 with idealized versions of love he had seen

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

that should be

Leonel's mind went blank.

of which didn't seem to have a single ounce of

abilities. It wasn't too hard to believe that someone might have a blood leeching ability. What shocked him was the fact that he could see what remained of White City's armies still retreating into the distance, turning tail from the battlefield as fast as they

robes accented by white

If White City was retreating, why was there still a