Dimensional Descent

After several minutes, the first page successfully formed, then the second, and finally the third. With each formation, Leonel's face grew paler, but he still managed to hold on.

When the 17th page was formed, Leonel's vision finally swam again, turning to blackness.

Leonel fell into another deep sleep, waiting up a couple of hours later to a familiar soft lap. Aina glared down at him, but he only grinned.

That was only 17 pages out of about half a thousand. However, the more pages he cleared, the faster he should be able to go through them. The time they had remaining should be just enough.

Leonel hurriedly stood up again, taking Aina's hand and bringing her to the side of the tome. With a movement, he flipped open the cover, opening up to the first page.

In truth, he didn't have to do this. Because he had already reconstructed it, the pages were seared into his mind. He wanted Aina to stop pouting, so he brought her over to show just how worth it the pain was. So long as they got something out of it, wasn't it worth it?

"Look at this, this seems to be a floor plan for the castle. They probably had to keep records so certain officials could know where all the traps were and how best to take advantage of them.

"It's a double edged sword in that way. They have a lot of tricks up their sleeves, but if their own aren't prepared to deal with and handle all of them, then it's all meaningless. If they end up harming themselves, then it would be counter productive."

The first five or so pages were all floorplans marked with various labels. Each of these labels denoted a different trap and a trap category. But, this wasn't the best part of the tome at all.

up, and he squeezed Aina's hand. He looked like

traps were, but they also noted what type of trap it was and how to maintain it. In addition, there were even logs for the frequency of maintenance needed and the last

is like that trap we ran into a year ago. It was really cleverly

Leonel's eyes glowed.

to see through one and understand its function, didn't mean you could understand how it was built and

formation he couldn't personally construct, but those

being executed. There were hundreds of programming languages, many of which could perform the exact

into the "programmed" game, but he couldn't see the source code or even begin to decipher it. At best, he would be able

Just because a language could do something, didn't mean it should. Some were far more of a hassle to use for certain tasks than others would, and this

this wasn't just for the Snowy Star Owl. Leonel had learned long ago that this Force Art language originated from the Bronze Tablet, and it had many more secrets he

Race Force Art language was exceptionally good at the formation of traps,

entirely foreign to him.

couldn't help but smile. She especially liked when Leonel became like this. Despite her having "wasted" a year in that training