Dimensional Descent

Leonel immediately felt overwhelmed.

In order to hide the existence of the Force Law Art, a treasure Leonel was sure that even worlds would war over, he had chosen to keep it within the snowglobe. But, he hadn't taken time to consider the disconnect his mind and body would feel in doing so.

Leonel felt as though his concept of time had been completely destroyed. As much as he would love to believe that this meant that he had unlocked some new cheat, he knew better than to think this.

Maybe it was a product of his high Dream Force affinity, but he was quite good at seeing through illusions of the mind. As a result, he could tell that while his mind felt as though time had come to a grinding halt, his body was still very much experiencing it in real time.

This seemingly small matter resulted in Leonel wasting over an hour before he even thought of gazing at the Force Law Art.

Leonel immediately retracted his mind from the snowglobe, a cold sweat on his forehead. He realized then that had it not been for his high Dream Force affinity, he may very well have been stuck in the snowglobe to the end of his life.

Of course, things wouldn't be so exaggerated. As long as just one person came to check on him, he would be able to leave. Well… As long as that person was determined enough to smash through the protections he had put up. But, it was a scary thought theless.

'Wow… So this is Time Force…'

This was the first time Leonel had come across Time Force and it was only now he truly understood how fearsome it was.

Much like everything else in his Segmented Cube, he took the snowglobes for granted. But the reality was that their value was impossibly great as well. If someone with Time Force affinity knew that Leonel had such things and in such large quantities, they'd likely be willing to give up whatever large amount of wealth they had for just one. Well… That or they'd go all out to kill him.

Being able to have the opportunity to observe Time Force at work was rare. Yet, it seemed like Leonel could do so whenever he wanted.

deep breath. This time, he steeled his mind and was prepared for the sudden

snowglobe was an expanse of white fog. At least, that was what it was normally when there was nothing to be stored within it. But

of a clock. Every shift in a rune or symbol here would cause a chain reaction that ricocheted throughout the whole Force Law Art.

Leonel felt a tiny

'20 minutes already…?'

had commanded Little Tolly to give him a small prick in 20 minute intervals. He could hardly believe that even though he felt like he was on guard this time that

Leonel hadn't gotten lost due to some feeling of time dilation,

be able to say that such a complex system was beautiful, but this was truly how

Wood as a medium… Ugh, Spiritual Wood is such a terrible name. Let's call it…. Mage Wood…. Wait, no, that's even worse. Let's throw out the Wood part entirely,

of study,

principle of Camelot's spells was

that the simple layered on itself to form more and more complex spell structures. The amplification of this layering was where the strength of powerful

law of Camelot's Mage Arts. During the conjuring of a spell,

that if he really wanted to heal his coach, maybe reforming a new healing spell wasn't necessary. If he could just find an

a Spiritual Medium, Leonel realized that anything with high Soul Force compatibility could work. The reason the trees Camelot formed their wands out of worked so well was because they were a special breed capable of purifying regular Force. This made them good outlets for

enough and

it was the teenage angst in him, but Leonel

product of circumstance. Wood wasn't exactly the easiest material to work with and restricting the Spiritual Tree too much would cause it to lose

if Leonel picked a better Spiritual Medium, then he could mold it

himself. But for now, he didn't act on