Dimensional Descent

"What plan do you have in mind?"

Instead of answering, Leonel walked over to Rum's station. The massive man towered over Leonel, but he seemed to be the quiet type. In fact, aside from Litia and Kaela, excluding Radlis, it seemed as though every member of Polished Glass was quiet.

"I'm just going to borrow your station for a little bit." Leonel smiled.

Rum hesitated but bowed out of the way eventually. None of them knew how skilled Leonel was, but at least in this station, even if there was an explosion, it would be manageable. If Leonel insisted on starting at Kaela's station, then maybe even Kaela herself wouldn't have been able to allow it.

However, what stunned Rum was that instead of going under the hood like he had, Leonel removed the coverings entirely, revealing the existence of a special violet light and numerous unprocessed Ores.

Without a spirit, Rum could only use the most primitive method of purification. But, that didn't necessarily mean that it was an inferior method. There were many Force Crafters who swore by their blacksmithing methods. Leonel had even read about a famous Crafter who wielded 16 hammers at once during all his crafts.

Though, he obviously used a special telekinetic ability, or else it would be too ridiculous.

Rum, however, used just two hammers. But in his hunched position, one could imagine the limited range and control he had. It took a lot of discipline to work at his station, for sure.

Unfortunately, he had no choice but to do so. The Polished Glass faction could only afford a single open space like this. So, in order to maximize the special light he used to pick out impurities, he had to use such a posture.

Leonel picked up a piece of ore under the horrified gazes of everyone present.

Rum couldn't help but take a few steps back. Even Radlis scrambled away, pressing his hands together in prayer.

But what happened next left them all stunned.

around Leonel's arm with not a

Kaela screamed out, her breathing

her body trembling as though it couldn't grasp what

compare. Kaela's hair scrunchy seemed to be a Fire Spirit, but this couldn't have been further from the truth. It was nothing

somewhat like Monet's except it emphasized control over both flames and

as solid as iron in the next. She could also make her flames as flexible

usually, she went out of her way to find sources of good flames then stored them

never even seen a Spirit in her life before, let alone the Metal

for Crafters to have. But, they were notoriously impossible to control and there were very few

leave a Metal Spirit on their wrist as though it was any other accessory. That was ridiculous

what was happening

in his hands, his eyes flashing. His aura became stifling, a

'Dream Sculpt.'

of an eye, the ore, its every imperfection, its every crevice

of hammering to accomplish was completed by Leonel in just 10 minutes. No… This couldn't be said.

*Bloop* *Bloop*

hopped around Leonel's palms

Leonel's palms, there was a rock that looked no different

glass ball.

perfect ball… It was exactly the product she slaved over

"This…"

Kaela's eyes brightened.

actually