Dimensional Descent

The music became something beyond just its notes and its resonance. It painted the atmosphere itself, deciding the rhythm of Leonel's heart and plucking the strings of his emotion. It was almost like nothing else mattered but the sounds he was hearing, even what was truly before his eyes no longer mattered.

When the music stopped, Leonel sat in silence for a long while, unmoving. His blood boiled, rushing through his veins like flood dragons. The beating of his heart thrummed like the roar of beasts.

It took him several moments to calm and realize that the music he had just heard sounded nothing like a xylophone. It felt like an entire orchestra was roaring at him.

Strings, brass, wind and wood instruments. It was far fuller than a single instrument could possibly hope to replicate. He couldn't understand how such a thing had been replicated.

When he snapped out of his daze, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand.

"Are you confused?"

"Yes," Leonel replied without hesitation.

In return, he gained a mallet to the forehead. Only when he started rubbing his forehead again, did Montez begin to explain.

"When you create your own instrument, you can make it sound like whatever you want it to sound like. If I want it to sound like a xylophone, I simply strike."

DONG!

Montez struck simply, allowing the metal on mallet sound to resound.

sound like a piano, I just have to change its

of illusory silver bronze Earth Force thinned

Montez struck down, it sounded no different from the hammer of a piano landing, almost as

want it to sound like a flute, I simply don't strike

becoming thicker. But this time, when Montez swung down, his mallet

rush of wind resonated with the hovering illusory Earth Force, causing it to vibrate and

to hear a hundred different instruments with nothing more than a single strike, it wouldn't be difficult

I'm guessing the mallet

a pen or a mallet isn't possible. Though, I guess if you want

said, you'd have to have strong enough attainments, or else you would just

though he could already imagine Leonel failing. The sight of his nephew trying to strike the air with a mallet, only to be cut in half by a sword, seemed quite amusing to

shake his head. His uncle really was too much like his dad. If he wanted love, it seemed he could only rely on

he finished laughing. Somehow, the air he gave off now was far more profound and far heavier than when he had picked up the pen and

and the music of your heart guides the core principle of your Absolute Domain. However, it is the brush and dreams of your heart that guides the power of your

brush, his gaze becoming sharper and sharper as he lowered it to the unfurled

a foundation. A hundred strokes sets a tone. A thousand strokes decides

of sharpening blades to resonate through the room. A hundred strokes forced these blades to take form, circulating around Montez. A thousand