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.

time… The only information this absence of information gives

lacking in combat, he still has such strong offensive strength.

Is he a

A 'Spark'? It was a term he had never heard before. However,

all the information he

wasn't because he feared dying, but rather because the presence of this old man was

the truth was that he had been moving so fast and analyzing images so quickly that he left blurs in his wake. Just the small amount of Force that leaked from his actions left Havoc in such

didn't stop Havoc from picking out the old

A Spark…

When one saw a talent of immense potential, it seemed 'logical' to assume that they came from

or backing that had such a bright future ahead that they were able to awaken to Lineage Factors beyond even the

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

to run into a genius with a strong background than it was to run into a Spark. However, in a weaker segment of the Dimensional Verse like this

the coming centuries,

everything he

had a hidden Spatial affinity or, at the very least, a treasure that could instantly

counter would