Dimensional Descent

Kaela's expression changed, a strong worry taking over her heart. Yet, at that moment, Jac's aura was so stifling that she couldn't speak even if she wanted to.

For Arte who had been caught up in the mess since the very beginning, he could only smile bitterly. Was this really how things were going to end? Leonel would have had a better chance if he didn't allow Jac in at all. At least in that case, he might be able to argue that his shop was razed to the ground and get himself some compensation.

However, even with all this worrying around him, Leonel didn't seem to react much to Jac's demand nor his fiery gaze.

"This seems to be a running theme with those of you who hold power in this place." Leonel replied. "You all believe that you can just do anything you want."

Jac took a step forward. If it wasn't for his own Workbench blocking his way, his hand would already be on Leonel's throat. But, this sort of small obstacle wouldn't hold him back for very long, if at all.

The only reason Jac was still showing a modicum of restraint was because he was well aware of how dangerous True Spirits were, especially Metal Spirits. Though he could protect himself with his Force, he also knew that this wouldn't last long.

What would ultimately happen is that the Metal Spirit would eat through him and enter its overeating phase. If that sort of frenzy happened here, it would be a wonder if anyone could stop it.

He needed Leonel to hand it over willingly and without a choice, making the little spirit believe that this was just another part of its tasks. After that, brainwashing and making the Metal Spirit forget Leonel was just a matter of time. With how gluttonous such spirits were, it would only require a large amount of food.

As for the idea that Leonel wouldn't hand it over? Jac didn't even think of such a thing. Did a Third Dimensional ant have the right to resist him?

wives were growing uglier and uglier by

of the audience was just the same, but the atmosphere was completely different. Maybe in the past many wouldn't react like this seeing someone powerful assert their dominance. But, for some reason, many in

Metal Spirit,

indifferently remained in

Spirit? Don't you think

this time, Beinala didn't answer, he took another step forward, even sliding his own Workbench

sighed and shook his

to the outside alongside an image of the crowd appeared above him, causing his face to twist and distort. He suddenly realized now why Leonel felt

he was being recorded? How long had this been going on for?

realized that the situation wasn't good. However, wasn't it already too late? Since these people had already seen his true face, who cared anymore?! What was a position in Valiant Heart worth in comparison

growled, his patience had

Leonel. But, it was exactly this step

onto him. He realized in that moment that no matter how hard he tried,

his face as though he always knew Jac wouldn't be able

should be embarrassed to call yourself an Elder." Leonel continued coldly. "Since you don't seem to be

*Blop* *Bloop*

of Polished Glass. His fingers began to move, gradually picking up steam as though they were doing