Dimensional Descent

Little Blackstar gripped onto the ends of Leonel's hair, baring his little teeth toward the coming enemies. If it wasn't for the sturdiness of Leonel's skin, his scalp might have begun to bleed already.

Leonel reached a hand up and gave the little mink a pat on the head, trying to calm him down. The instincts of beasts were usually beyond that of humans, so it was quite clear that Blackstar felt that both he and Leonel were in quite some danger. But, this only seemed to be the tip of the iceberg, Little Blackstar's attention had definitely been caught by something else as well.

Manson's gaze wasn't on Leonel. Rather, from beginning to end, she had never taken her eyes off of the scrap metal, or what seemed to be scrap metal, before them. Even now, she couldn't' be certain of what Leonel was building and didn't even know if it was one step away from completion or if it was a hundred steps.

This was why she had chosen to be cautious from the very beginning, whatever hint of drunkardness she had had having vanished a long while ago. She had been hoping that she could observe in silence for long enough to figure out what it is that Leonel was building, but she hadn't expected to be called out like this ahead of time.

With Shadow Rat's abilities, being found out before they wanted to be found out almost never happened. It was safe to say, then, that the one who was most shocked was the short man with the flapping wig. In fact, he forgot to hold it down for a moment, causing it to almost flip off his head entirely.

Manson finally took her eyes off of the pieces that lay around Leonel. She wasn't a Force Crafter, so though she might be able to recognize an Ore in its raw or purified form, after it was processed like this, she was at a loss.

Still, she couldn't help but look toward Leonel with an eye of curiosity.

Even if she couldn't name these metals, what she could do was tell with absolute certainty that they were metals of the Fifth Dimension, each and every last one of them. Yet, not only was this child able to mold and manipulate them, he was clearly building something.

She was a layman, but at least she understood that this meant what ever Leonel was building… Had to be of the Bronze Grade at worse, right?

Manson's heart skipped a beat.

Escaped an encirclement of Fifth

hell

of habit, Manson began to lick her lips and teeth again, but the distinct lack of an alcohol taste left her feeling slightly frustrated. However, she was filled with a different sort of intoxication when she looked toward Leonel, and it definitely wasn't because of his

almost feel it already. What kind of high would she experience

bare toes curled along the cold stone ground, her

path, filling the quiet atmosphere with the sound of scraping

gasp leaving her lips. Her breath was so hot that despite the temperatures not

she had entered a drunk state once again, except this one seemed even less innocent than the one from

where they came from. That region of his Dreamscape only lit up when Aina reached a less than holy peak. The fact it was lighting up now for a woman he didn't even know filled

know why he was reacting this way. Maybe it was because his talisman still wasn't connecting, maybe it was because he felt he had done something wrong, or maybe it was purely because this woman was encroaching

But whatever it was…

He was pissed.

eyes suddenly

BANG!

tunnels quaked, a surge of violet-red energies emitted from Leonel's body. In one instant, he had been a calm young man unperturbed by all. In the next, he felt like blasting his fist