Dimensional Descent

It seemed impossible, and yet Leonel's fingers only became faster and faster. The striking melody of his digits was so great that the air pressure rebounded against the tough ground, causing two hardy sounds to follow every single downstroke.

Every movement he made was another unique and perfectly executed command to Little Tolly. Their synergy reached another level and the little Metal Spirit moved about so quickly that it seemed as though it didn't have any limits.

Little Tolly had felt the final moment of the Crafter's Quill as well. Fueled by some unknown power and strength, the little guy went all out, its silvery body flickering with a subtle bluish hue that gave it all the more depth and character.

The sewing needle Little Tolly had concentrated itself into and the thin line of Force String Leonel had formed fused into one, the latter becoming the tail of the former. With this connection secured, Little Tolly whizzed in and out of the fabric, sewing pieces together and formulating clothing of perfect proportions.

Every time one finished, it would shoot out toward the person it was meant for, landing perfectly in their laps without the slightest issue.

was a tailoring technique that stood above others. Using Little Tolly as a guide and his own Force String as the fuser, fabrics could be seamlessly combined as though they were always one. It completely eliminated weak points in a Craft and, if the Crafter was skilled enough, could even make it a strong point.

The technique could be used on more than just fabrics as well. It could weld together metals and any inorganic materials Leonel might have to work with. Of course, it could only do this thanks to Little Tolly's intrinsic propertied and would be much weaker in the hands of someone who didn't have a Metal Spirit… But this wasn't exactly something Leonel had to worry about in the slightest.

A rectangular strip of fabric bent around itself and formed the shape of a tube top. Little Tolly shot out from its bottom, winding up through it like a corkscrew and sewing both halves together.

Blazing trails of blue were left in every which direction, numerous corkscrew-like formations being left hovering in the air long after Little Tolly had long since left.

BANG!

state of hyperactivity, Leonel began to put his own on. Every piece that touched his body seemed to carry an enigmatic air to it, making

slipping on a new pair. Then, he put on the ankle braces

grey to black and didn't cover much skin at all. But, a pulsing sort of power seemed

was when it

sounded like the clink of armor resounded, alternating

black fog, the former seeming to grow out like a dancing river. His hands grew a size, becoming demonic claws and his back suddenly began to grow out long tendrils of darkness, eerily similar to the preferred method of attack used by

Leonel's hair and face, two orbs of red

through Leonel's as he raised his leg,

earth began to rise, forming

"Change here."

black fog, Leonel's voice sounded several octaves too low as though he was truly reaching out from the depths of hell. But, just as he

to the beast clothing in their hands. Did these really produce that? That strength, where had it come from? How had he

be focusing on at all. Let alone possible, how had it been done in

He had

the short amount of time he had left, it didn't seem like his steps were hurried in the slightest, almost as

him now had changed drastically

Fear. Apprehension. Wariness.

Leonel's indifference wasn't doing anything to help it in

forms that only seemed more sinister with every passing moment. First the little one was a wolf, then

clerks acted to stop him, there was only so far