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.

wrist band that had been wrapped around Leonel's arm with not a single hint of movement

Kaela screamed out, her breathing

as though it couldn't

Fire Spirit, but this couldn't have been further from the truth. It was nothing more than a manifestation of

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

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

very powerful. So, usually, she went out of her way to find sources of good flames then

say that Kaela… Had never even seen a Spirit in her life before,

of if not the best Familiar for Crafters to have. But, they were notoriously impossible to control and there

would never casually leave a Metal Spirit on their wrist as though it was any other

was exactly what

overturned the piece of ore in his hands, his eyes flashing. His aura became stifling, a

'Dream Sculpt.'

every imperfection, its every crevice and peak, was perfectly reflected

everyone present, what took Rum hours of hammering to accomplish was completed by Leonel in just 10 minutes. No… This couldn't be said.

*Bloop* *Bloop*

around

palms, there was a rock that looked no different from

ball. Not a

need to ask Leonel to understand. That perfect ball… It was exactly the product she slaved over

"This…"

Kaela's eyes brightened.

we could actually