Dimensional Descent

Leonel was incomparably focused. His fingers tapped at slightly different rhythms, but each of their speeds was blinding,

The ores before him were quickly heated, each of them being shed of their impurities.

The way he approached purification now and the past was vastly different. Before, his only focus was making the ore shine in its own personal strongest light. But now, he saw things several steps ahead. Sometimes, he would even purposely leave impurities behind, knowing that certain changes would actually aid this ore to better bind with the future pieces of the alloy.

This was what it meant to have entered the Life Grade, comprehending the holistic view of your creation rather than dealing with individual portions.

His actions moved smoothly from one step to the next. Despite the fact he was working with such a large amount of materials considering the size of the stingrays, he finished the purification process in not even 10 minutes. His speed could only be said to be mind numbing.

However, the results for those in the crowd who were laymen was underwhelming. Even from here they could see that many impurities were left behind, but they felt that this was likely the best Leonel could do given the circumstances. Only time would tell if the results would be good enough.

Despite the feelings of these laymen, the Morales Ancestors and the Force Crafting Guild Crafters had all stood to their feet, their eyes wide as they moved forward as though they needed to get a closer glance.

Leonel was keeping this relatively simple, working with just three Sixth Dimensional Ores, and, of course, using Urbe Ore as a foundation. It was for partly this reason that his actions seemed to be so desperate. What could Silver Grade treasures do to meaningfully change his situation at the moment?

Two of these Ores were water based, while the third was a water-wind fusion that was particularly unruly. This third ore was known as Green Storm Ore, and what made it even odder was the fact it was a Vein Type Ore.

that it wasn't only unruly, but one had to be delicate and finely controlled in its usage. Vein Type Ores were usually built into the core of treasures and used to write out the

which Leonel was refining it, and then subsequently fusing it with two foundational Water Force

Genius.

like a docile child. His mind worked on a

Leonel was taking, but how could the Ancestors not? They felt as though they were seeing a prodigy rising up before their eyes. Even until now,

Ore was spun into a thin filament, so thin that it floated through the

began to form the spinal bones of the armor, threading the Green Storm Ore into

of refined metals began to appear. They shimmered with blue, like sapphires sparkling beneath the ocean's surface. Within then, fine patterns of emerald

one blade after another. This blade was formed by two Wind Force ores and yet another water-wind

as thin as a cicada. They fluttered through the wind like a leaf, looking much more like the thin fins of a beautiful fish rather than the blades they were. With just a single jolt, they went from fragile and flexible to

only be described

finally click. Leonel didn't need months… By the

black. However, his fingers continued to strike with the same speed, large numbers of

Force Crafting

with lightning speed. The skies were filled with golden arcs and complex Force Arts were formed one after another