Dimensional Descent

Leonel's fingers glided through the air in a rhythmic motion. As the connection between himself and Little Tolly increased, he was able to exert more and more control without the use of these techniques. However, no matter how strong their connection became, there would never be a method more precise, accurate and fast than this.

Leonel's fingers didn't have the ability to break through the sound barrier of the Sixth Dimension, but this made his control even finer and more controlled. Without having to compensate for the changes caused by vast booms of pressure, Leonel found his skill to have reached another level entirely.

Little Tolly split into dozens of parts, each of which seemed to take turns of their own in listening to Leonel's commands. Ores of all shapes and sizes glided through the air, completely unobstructed by one another.

Leonel's Crafter's Workbench vibrated to the rhythm of his movements. Above each semi spherical well, a new environment was formed. In one section, one might find temperatures as high as the surface of a star of the Third Dimension, in another, it might be barely enough to boil Third Dimensional waters.

The rhythmic tapping of Leonel's foot seemed to control hidden Force Arts within his workbench, his mind tweaking and managing everything to the most perfect degree.

Leonel had done a lot of training with this workbench to make it through his dad's program. But, this was the very first time he had felt the need to use it. It could only be said that he was truly going all out.

**

Hours ago, just after Leonel vanished in a rage, the arena fell into an odd sort of silence. Maybe the first to speak amongst it all was actually Ganor. But, due to certain matters, the only ones to actually hear him were the envoys of the Void Palace along with Orinik.

shit. Did you just see what

about to open his mouth when Ganor's next

and find out where she went. She's vulnerable, this is the perfect time to pounce. I can't miss this

seemed to use enough strength to shatter it completely, but under some odd sort of martial art, the

"Orinik! Fuck!"

onto his elbow, his teeth chattering. Even for a higher Dimensional being,

once?

hearing this, falling into silence. Then, after a moment, his

the Sixth Dimension. Compared to the memories of lower Dimensional beings, his was on another level, at least for things that occurred acutely. Thinking back

they allow one to gain the most basic

at most superficial and can't be said to solidify until the Fifth Door. This boosts

is where things truly begin to change because the Bronze Runes appear. The cover the skin in lines that travel either straight up and down, or straight left and

Morales, only 1000 would manage to open their Sixth Door

Runes will etch onto the muscles and the inner organs. Only if one opens up to at least the Fifth Door would one have a chance

will etch right into the bones. Its an excruciating process and among the reasons why so few manage to open the Ninth Door on their first attempt. However, even to make it this far, one needs to have opened

the Ninth Door. Upon