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.

finely controlled in its usage. Vein Type Ores were usually

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

Genius.

like a docile child.

as though they were seeing a prodigy rising up before their eyes. Even until now, they couldn't quite comprehend how Leonel's armors were all of the Life

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

spinal bones of the armor, threading the Green Storm Ore into the Water Force Ores

blue, like sapphires sparkling beneath the ocean's surface. Within then,

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

a beautiful fish rather than the blades they were. With just a single jolt, they went from fragile and flexible

could only be described

ticked by, and then over a day, but it seemed to finally click. Leonel didn't need

they had become a dense black. However, his fingers continued to strike with the same speed, large numbers

a Force Crafting pen appeared. Suddenly, that Force Crafting pill multiplies, 2000 appearing, one for

breath and exhaled before his hands suddenly began to move with lightning speed. The skies were filled with