Dimensional Descent

Little Tolly split into over a hundred small pieces, coating each and every one of the fragile pieces. For a moment, it looked as though Leonel had a hundred long lines of silver stacked before him.

Then, with a thought, they began to twist relative to one another.

First they combined in groups of five, twisting into a thicker line. Then, those groups of five combined with three others like them to form groups of four. Finally, those full bundles of twenty came together, forming a final line.

All the while, Leonel's quill moved like lightning. His movements were so controlled and precise that he didn't have to pause Little Tolly's actions even a single time. He was absolutely perfect.

When Little Tolly finally slipped out from and revealed the final product Jac felt as though his eyes were about to bulge.

However, as though he didn't notice, Leonel calmly attached the newly made bowstring to its body and lightly pulled.

The twang of a bowstring seemed to pluck at the hearts of all those who saw it.

*Bloop* *Blop*

Little Tolly's many parts came together as one and happily landed on Leonel's hands, snaking around his fingers until it snuggled around his wrist.

It was only at that moment that Jac realized that Leonel hadn't used his Force Crafting Gloves from beginning to end. He clenched his jaw, but still couldn't move an inch.

to be bullied in silence." Leonel said. "Seniors like you can't be considered

coincidence, but Leonel didn't call Beinala Elder this

my Force Crafting saved me. But it's impossible to tell what would happen if

were like hammers to Jac's heart. Unfortunately for the latter,

the energy he had been holding in toward the shop. But, before he got a chance to, he felt like

deflated. His rage had nowhere to vent itself and his embarrassment seemed to have only increased

word, he turned and sliced through the crowd on his way out just as the picture above BLACKSTAR reverted back to its

two wives, departed. Though none of them said

a distant rooftop, Sael watched on in silence. She didn't even notice when

you crying about?" Gersan frowned, looking at Sael as though she had lost her mind. What was wrong with this senior sister of

know much about Force Crafting. He just barely knew enough to know that it was

he felt, though, was even if this was a pinnacle achievement, it definitely shouldn't be anything worth crying like

actually able to send a Fifth Dimensional

of the few who would have fought for his rights against his seniors regardless. Even when he found

words made no difference to him. However, if everyone was like Gersan… The organization would have never fallen to this point to

that this was definitely not the first time he had planted such seeds, but the result was something she

this just for revenge toward a person who didn't even dare to say his name… How good would it be if he was doing all of this for less petty reasons…? What result would there be if he did

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