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.

Did you just see what I just saw?" Ganor was

slowly nodded, about to open his mouth when Ganor's next words

what the fuck?! Dameon, use that ability of yours and find out where she went. She's vulnerable, this is the perfect time

time, Orinik couldn't stand it anymore, directly kicking Ganor's Throne. He seemed to use enough strength to shatter it completely, but under some odd sort of martial art, the throne instead vibrated wildly, sending tingling sensations up the elbow

"Orinik! Fuck!"

his teeth chattering. Even for a higher Dimensional being, the funny bone was still

be serious for once? Didn't

Then, after a moment,

Compared to the memories of lower Dimensional beings, his was on another level, at least

three doors lay the foundation, they allow one to gain the

forehead, but it's at most superficial and can't be said to solidify until the Fifth Door. This boosts one's Earth Variant Affinity to great heights and it's the minimum requirement for

Door 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

only 1000 would manage to open

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 of

opening the Eighth Door, the Bronze Runes 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 at least the

Ninth