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.

deft skill, its speed far beyond Leonel's. If it wasn't for Leonel's own skill surpassing it, allowing

hair wafting about in a slight breeze as the spear etched

the side, the blue illusory spear ripping a gash along his black compression shirt but

and clamped down his free forearm and elbow. After trapping the spirit's

to be every 500 meters now? Did that also cut down

a rash guess. Since things were like this, he might as well wait here until the spirit appeared again, even

by and in less than 50

Leonel sighed. 'Fantastic.'

cut in half. If he had to cover the same distance in half the time, it would be even harder for him to restore his

missing something… Still

the spirit again, accepting the same penalty

that he had to change something drastic. However,

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

What would he do in this

use a new 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 he almost lost control of his body in the Joan Zone… A mystery

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

from his father and the Morales family

magic system and it was also the

language was restricted to the Third Dimension for Leonel. The second language was constructed for use in creating Crafts and though it could be adapted, Leonel was still certain that the third language was best suited to