Dimensional Descent

Jac's face turned completely ashen. The crowd on the outside hadn't even gotten to say a thing when they noticed his uncontrollable trembling.

However, the process had already begun.

Elder Beinala's badge, which was still on the ground beside Leonel's Force Crafting glove, suddenly began to glow. With a subtle sweep, a gentle energy rose Leonel's short sword up to meet Jac's knife.

Jac gripped his fists, calming his breathing.

Polished Glass was used to refine edges of blades, normally. As a result , it was known for its sharpness, but lacked in other important qualities like ductility. Due to this, it could become extremely brittle when used in large quantities.

As an expert Crafter, Jac, of course, knew this. So he tried his best to limit the size of his Crafts.

When he saw that Leonel had made a short sword, he almost snorted in contempt. In fact, he would have had he not instantly been shocked by Leonel's staff.

But at this moment, he couldn't find the heart to sneer.

The gentle energy exuding from the badge rose up both short sword and knife. Soon, both weapons began to tremble.

The weapons medley tests all came in two parts. The first testing the structural integrity of the Craft while the second tested its strength. This trembling was a part of the first test.

Different frequencies of energy would be poured into the two weapons at varying speeds. Gentle and long streams of Force, fast and choppy, large and abrupt…

The integrity of the blades would be put through a gauntlet. However, this gauntlet was only a preliminary test. The threshold that needed to be met would be decided by the level of the badge of the Craftsmen. As such, both Leonel and Jac were being tested by the standard of a Tier 9 Crafter.

Unfortunately, for Jac, this round was nothing short of torture because he knew that the true test was only coming.

to a stop. Jac felt his heart was in his throat as the two weapons

Then… They collided.

CLANG! CRIP! TSSS! DING!

the ground. Jac watched on with a vacant expression as his knife was sliced through.

were at a loss for words. Let alone them, every member of the audience looked like they had seen a ghost. Many had to pinch themselves to make certain that they were

short sword to fly back to

*Bloop* *Blip*

yes.

Tha… That… Metal

was he personally here in the flesh, he had more knowledge. There was not a single doubt in his mind what he was looking

sorts of emotions shot through

alone enough resources to enter the Bronze Grade, he might not have to

or not he still had the talent to become a

much of anything, though, their two swords rose out as one. They began to

CRIP! TSSS!

only lasted

DING!

saber only lasted

DING!

managed

rose into

there was Jac's cut out spine design. Much like each

The sound was so jarring that

of shape. If it wasn't for his spine structure, the weapon itself