Dimensional Descent

Leonel's hands were as steady as a rock, his gaze measured and sharp. He seemed to be able to see through everything with a glance, the faint image of a Snowy Owl hovering to his back.

Even after more than a day, Leonel didn't seem to realize the special state he had entered. It was as though he had completely forgotten about the world, as though everything else had been destroyed and all that was left was a man, his Metal Spirit and his Craft.

Auspicious Air hung around Leonel, its density increasing with every moment.

Shockingly enough, Leonel had yet to bother to waste any time on healing himself. His body was just as injured as it had been before his meeting with his grandfather. But, at the same time, it made the process all the more awe inspiring.

Forgetting the world was one matter, but this had reached the level of even forgetting oneself. To be able to move and act as though anyone else in his situation wouldn't be at the brink of death was baffling indeed.

However, the truth of the matter was presented for all to see. It had reached a point where even Aina herself simply assumed that Leonel had been healed. After all, there was nothing about his actions that seemed to point toward injury in the slightest.

The Auspicious Air became heavier and heavier, growing to a point a dense, dirty gold hung in the air. It had much of the color of a mustard yellow with a tinge of a noble gold that betrayed its distinctiveness.

At an unknown time, the air grew so heavy that cracks began appearing along the Lab Setting floors. But, what was maybe most shocking was a certain unmoving snowglobe began to show signs of being awakened.

Unfortunately, Leonel had yet to realize that the acceleration of Earth's evolution toward the Fourth Dimension wasn't the only reward for perfectly completing Camelot's trials…

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forearm brace. Little Tolly peeled away from the structure, revealing it

black-silver color. It was formed in several layers, giving it a sharp appearance. Its presence alone seemed to make space

its beauty, Leonel didn't react much to its

his right forearm. As though by magic, Leonel's body flashed with bronze runes and

again. But, before he could

slowly recovered, a hint of

best to ignore

forehead, a light headache taking hold. A deep sigh left his

himself in a world of Crafting again, he had used up all his materials. Unless he raided Camelot's vaults again, there wouldn't

say that King Arthur would probably rip his own hair out if he saw the state of his precious

ended up using so many materials. His original plan didn't require so much. He had

into his memories of what had happened, he

than a dozen parts. But, this armor was formed of 97. He had thought that he would have to muddle through it for a few weeks, but he

proud, he really just wanted something else to throw himself

away from his problems. Was this what normal teens called procrastinating? It felt worse than just that,

mind to

pair well with my Divine Armor… It might be time

think that he was an ungrateful

a Quasi Bronze treasure. Leonel seemed to go through them as though he was drinking water, but such a treasure was the pinnacle of the Fourth Dimension. Even in the highest Fifth Dimensional worlds, a