Dimensional Descent

Jac's expression solidified, a coldness rarely seen on him manifesting.

His gaze leaving Leonel, he slowly slid on a pair of white Crafter Gloves, diligently ensuring that each of his fingers reached the very tip before strapping it around his wrist tightly.

With a clap of his hands, a Crafter table appeared before him. Its size was about the same as Leonel's. However, the materials it was constructed of were easily seen through by Leonel whereas he was unable to replicate that same feat with his own.

Leonel was aware that a Crafter's Workbench should be as inseparable from hinself as his Crafter Gloves, Force Art Quill, and his Familiar. But, to this point, at least while following his father's training regimine, Leonel hadn't had to rely heavily on his Workbench. At the moment, it was just a convenient place for him to sit at.

For the current Leonel, whether he had a table to sit at or if he was Crafting mid-air, he could do both just as efficiently and without a single issue.

Working at his own pace without a care in the world, Jac carefully wiped down his Workbench, cleaning every nook and cranny as though he was trying to please a lover. Despite this, his expression only seemed to be growing colder, his hands grew more steady and unhurried. Eventually, he reached a state where he seemed to forget all that there was.

Leonel silently observed, displaying at least this modicum of etiquette. When it came to other matters of the Dimensional Verse, he might have been clueless about a lot of things. But, when it came to Force Crafting, there was rarely if anything he could come across without understanding.

This sort of ritual might have seemed useless, but almost every Force Crafter had one. It helped them to settle their minds and center their focus. Those that completed this meditation ritual would always perform better than they otherwise would.

Leonel's father had suggested he get himself such a ritual, formally known as a Crafter's Meditation, to help himself as well. But, Leonel had never bothered. When it came to losing himself and becoming absolutely focused, there was likely no one better at it than Leonel.

Still, Leonel found it to be oddly therapeutic watching Jac like this and his tone of seriousness was raised another notch.

For a man who thought so little of Leonel, for him to still go so far as to complete his Meditation so seriously… It could only be said that Beinala, despite being a vile man, at least took his Crafting as a matter close to his heart.

Jac slapped his hands together in a sudden and abrupt movement.

In that moment, a flurry of flames shot from out of his palms, dancing about in small spheres of fire like miniature spirits.

Leonel's eyes lit up when he saw this, a gentle smile spreading across his face. This was the very first spirit he had ever seen aside from Little Tolly…

this wasn't a true spirit, it was a Spirit Embryo. Spirit Embryos were much more common than true spirits and

essentially gave a Crafter all the same freedom a true spirit did, but with a few

Secondly, True Spirits had intelligence and life while Spirit Embryos did not. And, finally, True Spirits were much more fluid in their usage whereas Spirit Embryos were

later training regiment Leonel's dad suggested was using a Spirit Embryos should his Crafting ever

but be fascinated. In fact, so was Little Tolly who peeked out from his wrist. If Jac hadn't been so focused on his craft, he would

we start, hm?

*Blop* *Bloop*

…

"What did you say?"

Beinala to a duel amongst Crafters. There's already a large crowd gathering around BLACKSTAR and it seemed like Elder

the intercom

was defeated by Aphestus, she realized just how much she was lacking. She had spent so much time worrying about trying to keep Valiant Heart together that she neglected her own strength. Ultimately, it ended up being her own weakness that led to the

mind like two hammers

the status quo but weren't brave enough to fight for it. They wanted Valiant Heart to survive into the future, but they were actively allowing it to rot right before

didn't even hate Raylion as much as she should. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact he

goal was to fulfill his own ambition, ultimately, his ambition was to rule over Valiant

trying to force Valiant Heart to rise up again, just like she was. It was just that while she was

a complete shift in her mentality. It was also why even after awaking from her injuries, she never went to

all of this, Sael was suddenly left feeling

many resources and so much knowledge for himself, working the students under him to the bone even if they had talent. He was the

without a worry in the world. He was the budding talent of their Valiant Heart, trying to push through the oppressive rule of

felt like… She

of sweat on her lovely body. The tattoos that covered her faded back to fair, delicate skin, her wet hair clinging to the curve of her

her uniform, her hair still dripping wet. Without a word, she grabbed

History's being