Dimensional Descent

The old gentleman's fingers flickered, causing the monitors to shift and images of Leonel to be spliced together one after another. The video feeds paused, skipped forward and backward, and zoomed in and out to his leisure.

However, even after being finetuned to the most final and even the most inconsequential detail, the old gentleman still couldn't see how Leonel had managed to teleport.

There was no device, there was no flash of Force, even the spatial ripple itself was hidden beneath the all encompassing sea of black flames.

There was only one explanation for all of this. Even in that situation, Leonel had timed his trump card so perfectly that even the cameras were unable to pick it up. That meant that he had been willing to be completely covered in those flames for a split moment in exchange for anonymity.

But this wasn't the only shocking part about this. The timing was obviously immaculate. What was more impressive, though, was the fact that someone of Leonel's strength actually managed to survive such a thing.

The old gentleman flipped the images once again, watching as Leonel reappeared upon the teleportation platform. But once again, there was nothing to find there. The only difference between the Leonel of before and the Leonel of then was in the fact his spear was no longer anywhere to be seen. Yet, his spear wasn't left behind, so it was clear that Leonel had hidden it before his maneuver.

Interestingly enough, Leonel's clothing was also in good shape. And, though he wore the uniform of Valiant Heart which left his chest completely exposed without protection, he didn't seem to have been burned at all either.

"Interesting. Interesting…"

As though he had all the patience in the world, the old gentleman cycled back to the very beginning of it all and watched everything frame by frame. He didn't miss out on a single detail, imprinting everything onto his mind.

absence of information gives us is the fact he most definitely has a sensory ability. No other

ability lacking in combat, he still has such strong offensive strength. Just what family could he come from to have such

he

would have been twisted into confusion. A 'Spark'? It was a term he had never heard before. However, when the words drifted to Havoc, he trembled outside of

and give all the information he had. Since he hadn't done anything wrong or illegal,

wasn't because he feared dying,

had passed while he was scanning imaged of Leonel, but the truth was that he had been moving so fast and analyzing images so

stop Havoc from picking

A Spark…

the future influence the past. When one saw a talent of immense potential, it

foundation or backing that had such a bright future ahead that they were able to awaken to Lineage

was rare, and in fact they were, but this was only a matter

than it was to run into a Spark. However, in a weaker segment of

Sparks in the coming

gentleman arranged everything he knew

hidden Spatial affinity or, at the very least, a treasure that could instantly teleport him. And, he was more likely than

best counter would be…