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.

he steeled

expanse of white fog. At least, that was what it was normally when there was nothing to

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

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

there was a difference now. Leonel hadn't gotten lost due to some feeling of time dilation, but rather due to the beauty

that such a complex system was beautiful, but this was truly how Leonel saw it. If he could one day create a craft so perfect… Just what

Ugh, Spiritual Wood is such a terrible name. Let's call it…. Mage Wood….

on the name Spiritual Medium. Because, even after just 20 minutes of study, Leonel realized that

principle of Camelot's spells

Elemental Mage Arts, he was stunned by how simple they were. But, what he soon found out afterward was that the simple layered on itself to form

took advantage of this foundational law of Camelot's Mage Arts. During the conjuring of a spell, it amplified each one of the individual basic parts, thus making the whole more

really wanted to heal his coach, maybe reforming a new healing spell wasn't necessary. If he could just find an excellent Spiritual Medium, his strength could increase by ten times

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

and I also don't want to carry

was the teenage angst in him, but Leonel had no intention

just a product of circumstance. Wood wasn't exactly the easiest material to work with and

then he could mold it into anything

himself. But for now, he didn't