Dimensional Descent

"Hold on."

Leonel stopped Irolana just as she was about to release the flare.

"Hand the flare to me."

Irolana was confused but nodded in the end.

Leonel rolled the flare in his palm, scanning it from top to bottom.

"Let's move." Leonel said, gazing at the Titan Hyena's corpse.

The group quickly complied as Leonel continued to observe the flare.

If the Oryx could only see in red, that would be fine. But, according to Irolana and the others, they could also see infrared. This was a problem for two reasons.

For one, they'd be on a time crunch. Things would be fine as long as the sun was still in the sky. But, once it set, the Oryx would gain a decisive advantage.

During the day, the Oryx's red sight would interfere with tracking somewhat. But, at night, an Oryx might be able to pick out a human through hundreds of meters worth of foliage just based off their body heat.

The second issue was tied to this issue of heat. The signal flares Leonel was aware of were essentially controlled bursts of combustion. Even if it was masked with color, it might be an issue.

'Oh, so it's not the same. It works with a Light Prism Ore…. In that case…'

fingers began to move at a blistering pace, leaving blurs in their wake. In the blink of an eye, he deconstructed the signal flare and put it back

"Little Blackstar."

"Yip! Yip!"

newly made signal flare.

the little mink hid his body within the foliage and raised the signal flare up, his little paws swiping at

rang out. But, the dull nature of the sound was nothing

skies, only to be swallowed by the clouds above. The most shocking part, though, was the fact it didn't disappear. It hung there like a beacon even long after the little mink

flare?" Irolana was

call that pillar of light a flare. At most, it should have lasted two or three seconds. In addition,

to guess what shades they see in. Don't you think it's much easier then to just copy the sky's color? In that case, no matter

handedly, but he had already brought out the Titan

rapidly helping Leonel form arrow tip after arrow

his simple explanation had fried the minds of the freshmen who followed him. They looked up into the skies, only now realizing that after taking their eyes off of the beacon for a moment, it took them a moment to find it again and that was despite knowing that

even a subtle tweak could result in a completely different color. It was easy to hone in on a large group like 'red' or 'blue', but to nail down a specific shade required accuracy on the order of a fraction of a fraction

had accomplished this without measuring tools or even a proper working

make it so

felt like lost sheep. They absentmindedly followed Leonel without even knowing why. Maybe it was because all of his actions seemed so confident, but they couldn't really explain

flaw. If it was so subtle even for them, was this really conducive to gathering more people? How many would actually recognize the signal for help? Not only had Leonel changed the usual