Dimensional Descent

Leonel took his time. He wasn't trying to torture Wise Star Order, but it was rather that he wouldn't play games with his own life.

The technique that Wise Star Order passed on to him was unlike anything Leonel had ever seen before. It almost made all the Force Art languages that he had learned to this point seem like chicken scratch.

'Ancestor said that this technique came from the Spirituals Race, is the gap this large?'

His gaze couldn't help but narrow. The difference was akin to going from a coding language filled with redundancies to one that was elegant and streamlined. In fact, what was particularly beautiful about this Force Art language was that it didn't seem constrained in the same way the others Leonel had come to know were.

For example, the Morales family's Force Art was best used for Crafting. The Luxnix family's Force Art was best used to form beast constructs. However, the Force Art of the Spirituals seemed like it could do it all. It was so perfect that there wasn't a single weakness.

After a while, though, Leonel realized that it was just an illusion.

It wasn't that this Force Art language had no weaknesses, it was rather that the weaknesses weren't visible from his perspective and weren't nearly as glaring. It was likely that this Force Art worked perfectly for specific use cases related to the soul, but Leonel wouldn't be surprised if the Spirituals had other languages to deal with other matters.

Leonel couldn't help but be intrigued. He suddenly wanted to know a lot more about this race and how they built their understanding of Force Arts to this level.

sorts of tasks, how well it could do them was a separate matter. It was

a Force Art not even created for those purposes could

ability to tether things as fragile as souls, while simultaneously not causing any harm to them was baffling. Just to understand how great of a feat this was, most humans couldn't even

stared into the mirror for too long, that feeling that told you that maybe the you that you were looking at wasn't actually you. The more you stared, the more foreign the you, you had always known seemed and the more difficult

Something stirred within him.

it felt like he was gazing upon it with his mind. And then it suddenly felt as though he was gazing upon it with something even deeper than his

the rotation of his Seven Stars

Wise Star Order felt like banging his head against

was his last chance. This stupid fool had actually lost

very unique and Leonel's analysis of it could only, at best, be considered to be about 10 to 20% accurate with the

property and their discoveries. Most outside their race that gaze upon their Force Arts would feel as though their

and breathe life into it, causing a

why was Leonel's soul actually

of a bitch, who the hell has Dream

anymore tricks up his sleeve. In order to ensure that Leonel trusted him as much as possible, he