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.

at any time… The only information this absence of information gives us is the fact he

has such strong offensive strength. Just

he a

own face would have been twisted into confusion. A 'Spark'? It was a term he had never heard before. However, when the words

the initiative to come forward and give all the information he had. Since he hadn't done

he feared dying, but rather because the presence of

moving so fast and analyzing images so quickly that he left blurs

Havoc from picking

A Spark…

could the future influence the past. When one saw a talent of immense potential, it seemed 'logical' to assume that they came from a great background, but that was a

without foundation or backing that had such a bright future ahead that they were able

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

than it was to run into a Spark. However, in a weaker segment of the Dimensional Verse like this one, if a

already predicted that Earth would birth numerous Sparks in the coming centuries, but to actually birth one so

gentleman arranged everything he knew

high affinity for Light, Fire and Earth. He likely had a hidden Spatial affinity or, at

best counter would be…