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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intricately carved forearm brace. Little Tolly peeled away from the structure,

several layers, giving it a sharp appearance. Its presence alone seemed to

beauty, Leonel didn't react much to its appearance

absentmindedly pressed it into his right forearm. As though by magic, Leonel's body flashed with bronze runes and the bracer sunk into his skin, vanishing as though it

work table again. But, before he could

a hint of fatigue

Leonel had done his best to ignore these last

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

materials. Unless he raided Camelot's

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

materials. His original plan didn't require so much. He had wanted

his memories of what had happened, he couldn't

had thought that he would have to muddle through it for a few weeks, but he had never thought of finishing it all in less than two

just wanted something else to

state of running away from his problems. Was

because he was always good at setting his mind to something and doing it. If not for this,

with my Divine

they would think that he was an ungrateful second generation

of 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 youth like Leonel would scratch