Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked by Rosomon and left without another word. He didn't even care to look back after he was finished saying what he wanted. However, the eyes of the Crafters turned clerks couldn't help but all focus on Little Tolly.

They had all been so lost in their rage that they hadn't even noticed that Leonel actually had a Metal Spirit by his side and he was actually letting it wrap around his body and wiggle about without even the slightest hint of protection.

That second shock wasn't enough to override the first, though. Even in the Void Palace, a Metal Spirit was impossibly rare. There were thousands, tens of thousands of high level Crafters here. But, they could all count on their hands and toes how many of them had a Metal Spirit by their side, and every single one of those Individuals was from the Morales family.

The Morales family was the only family capable of controlling such a dangerous Spirit. When left to its own devices, and allowed to grow on its own, a Metal Spirit was no less a threat to human life than some of the most fearsome beasts and rival Races in the whole of the Dimensional Verse and maybe only the Earth Variant affinity of the Morales met the requirements to tame such a beast.

To see it being used so freely by a brat and without the slightest precautions, they felt a cold chill creep up their spines.

The Crafter community of the Void Palace was an especially lofty place to be. It came with prestige and it was about the only way for you to gain Void Points without putting your life on the line constantly. Even this mission here was an extremely precious one, that was why they were so enraged that Leonel had ruined it.

But, if it had to be said who held the greatest prestige among the Crafter factions of the Void Palace, setting aside the super families that backed the Crafter Guilds, it was most definitely the Morales, and especially the Morales who wielded Metal Spirits.

They suddenly understood now why it was that Orinik had never explicitly stated Leonel's last name. Although, it could only be blamed on them. They simply hadn't cared. They were Crafters and were arrogant by trade. Just the fact Leonel's mother was a Sector Ranked disciple wasn't enough to sway them in the slightest, but this…

This was very different.

from her shock, her

Morales family isn't

she turned and returned

…

the logs as he had worked with the fabric. In fact, his goal with the logs were much simpler than what he had done with the fabrics so he finished even faster, even after

been softer than the trees outside the line of the village, but it also made it easier to cut and deal with. In addition, it managed to maintain some of its initial hardness as well, not losing out to many higher Tier Fifth Dimensional metals. This hardness coupled with Leonel's Force Arts would allow his companions to have some of the best

just in time for the women to step out from their makeshift changing rooms, their elegant postures catching a lot of attention. If it wasn't for them knowing, or maybe hoping better, they would have thought that Leonel was a pervert with the ways he had

beasts. In addition, because he didn't act with thought of preserving their pelts,

even with how pale and weak they seemed at this moment,

revealed, her every breath causing the faint outline of a powerful core to flash in and out of existence. Her chest was covered by a beast skin band,

attractions of the uniform were,

to form a pair of grey stockings for all of the women. The result

choker that clung loosely to their necks, giving the design of the outfits an added touch

scandalous. Without the choker, the armor lost its balance and was much weaker. It was the same reason he had a thin band running just beneath his chest. It wasn't for aesthetic purposes. He had gone for functionality first,

And cool they were.

except for the fact this was formed of