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 in

several layers, giving it a sharp

its beauty, Leonel didn't react much to

flashed with bronze runes and the bracer sunk into

But, before he could grab anything, he found that

hint of fatigue hiding behind

best to ignore these last few days began to resurface once

headache taking hold. A deep sigh left his

used up all his materials. Unless he raided Camelot's vaults again, there wouldn't be anything left to do. And, even if he was that

King Arthur would probably rip his own hair

know how he ended up using so many materials. His original plan didn't require so much. He had wanted to use the others for future Crafts

he dug into his memories of what had happened, he couldn't help but raise an

dozen parts. But, this armor was formed of 97. He had thought that he would have to muddle

just wanted something else

of running away from his problems. Was this what normal teens called procrastinating? It

setting his mind to something and doing it. If not for this, he likely wouldn't have forgotten

wouldn't pair well with my Divine Armor… It might

heard Leonel's thoughts, they would think that he was

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,