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.

injure the Prince enough to force him into a retreat. As long as he could

preparing to fight and even as Noah was sizing him

their hearts all

…

~Moments ago~

through the skies on his shuttle, leaving a trail of gold in his wake. The little mink snuggled cozily in his hair, a light black fog

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

need of population. They hardly

appearance might not even double their current populace,

in a short time. But, if there were some changes to the overall political climate of Camelot, they wouldn't be a long ways away from becoming

stabilized. If White City committed as much manpower as I think they did, they're likely

Though he understood how strength levels functioned in the Fourth Dimension now, that wouldn't help him very much unless he could personally lay

the situation. But it's odd,

suddenly coating his face as

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

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

he was still new to romantic relationships. His entire mind was filled with idealized versions of love

those movies always ended when the guy got the girl. Why did none of them ever explain

should be the…

Leonel's mind went blank.

battlefield, filled with corpses, many of which didn't seem to have a single ounce

all sorts of people with all sorts 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

without having participated in the battle. The black robes accented

was there still