Dimensional Descent

Leonel took another large breath. The spiraling of blue Star Force this time was even more violent and rampant. Every ounce of Force within ten meters surged toward him, filling his lungs to the point they seemed like they might burst.

'Not quite… Almost there…'

Leonel's mind spun, undergoing several calculations at a time as he continuously adjusted the Force Art.

However, as Leonel progressed, he quickly realized he was approaching a bottleneck. His progress was slowing and he subconsciously felt that he would reach a barrier he couldn't push past with more calculations very soon.

This wasn't' the first time Leonel had run into such a problem. While he was Force Crafting, there were many times the blueprints he thought of couldn't quite meet he mark the wanted them to. When things reached that point, the best choice was to always scrap the design and start anew because this barrier definitely meant that there was a fundamental flaw to his approach.

'A fundamental flaw, hm…?'

Leonel's gaze suddenly sharpened as he took a heavy step backward.

A blade of blue swung down heavily before him, missing the tip of his nose by just a hair. A fine line of blood trickled down and dripped from Leonel's nostrils, his pupils constricting to an extreme.

This wasn't a kilometer. This was 500 meters. The parameters had changed again. Had he been just a moment late in his reaction, he would have been sliced in two. No… If it wasn't for his Dream Counter, he would be dead right this very moment.

Leonel reacted quickly, his spear jetting forth so fast that it cast a inescapable net.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

with a deft skill, its speed far beyond Leonel's. If it wasn't for Leonel's own skill surpassing it, allowing him to use a

his short hair wafting about in a slight breeze as the

the side, the blue illusory spear ripping a gash along his black compression shirt but missing just enough to leave not

his spear in one hand and clamped down his free forearm and elbow. After trapping the spirit's spear, he pierced its throat through, kicking it off

every 500 meters now? Did that also cut down the time he would have to think

a rash guess. Since things were like this, he might as well wait here until

less than

Leonel sighed. 'Fantastic.'

distance was also cut in half. If he had to cover

missing something…

the spirit again, accepting the same penalty

to change something drastic. However, he

paths for him to take. He could try a completely new design, he could swap out the materials he used, he could

What would he do in

Force Art language, maybe it would be more receptive to what he was trying to do. But… Leonel only knew two languages—three if he counted what he learned from that time

in the Joan Zone incident. That was from the mysterious entity

from his father and the Morales

magic system and it was also the one

constructed for use in creating Crafts and though it could be adapted, Leonel was still certain that the third