Dimensional Descent

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Auran's body suddenly convulsed. Before anyone could react, he shifted violently to his side, dry heaving twice before a sudden belch of grotesque purplish-black gunk flew from his mouth. He vomited again and again, his body unable to contain itself. All of his muscles contracted at once as though the sole purpose of his body was to violently heave again and again.

"Auran?! Auran!"

Kira wanted to rush forward to help, her tears still streaking down her face, but she was stopped by the other Ancestors.

"This is a good thing," Ancestor Alvaro said with a peculiar expression.

While it looked like Auran's situation had only gotten worse, the fact he was throwing up such foul material meant that his body was actually actively purging itself.

For those who didn't quite understand Force Pill Crafting, this was still quite novel. But to those that did, it was absolutely shocking to the greatest degree. This was akin to the difference between medicine and a vaccine. Aina's pill wasn't just curing Auran, it was giving his body the tools it would need to survive this poison should he ever encounter it again.

Normal detoxification pills might target the poison and neutralize it, then over the next several moments to even days, weeks and even years, the now benign poison would be slowly excreted through normal waste removal procedures.

However, the effects of Aina's pill were strong and immediate, and it could be seen that it was using Auran's body as the engine to drive the change. This was fundamentally on a different level. To not only medicate an illness but to give one the power to counter it… And to do it with a poison she had only just come in contact with…?!

The shock was strong and immediate. The Ancestors of the Omann family were stunned silent.

There was only one grade of pill that could do this.

Due to Aina's odd refinement method, it had been difficult to tell. Unlike with Crafts, there were simply too wide a range of possibilities for Force Pills. One could exhibit their skill in anything from culinary skills to potion making, all the way to the creation of actual pills. Due to the wide range, it was difficult even for experts to grasp the methods of another taking a different path from them immediately.

they were

didn't have just one Life Grade Crafter, it had

Domain, there were only three of them, and two of them were on the side of the Spiritual Religion Faction, while the final

Life Grade Force Pill Crafting, and the methods of refinement tended to

universe itself, a Life Grade pill was designated as a product of the

Life Grade level change in the body of the person who consumed it. In the past, Auran had been clearly vulnerable

Force Pill and maybe the most immediate and shocking change. However, this wasn't anywhere near the first

the demons into Force Pills that caused permanent and foundational changes

but improving one's foundation and reworking efforts they had accumulated in the past was on an entirely

Treasure would always be an external item, but a Force Pill that could so fundamentally change the very anatomy of a person was akin to

at her fingertips, happily smiled at Leonel and followed along with

likes of Cynthia had never been able to compare, even at

a Force Pill Crafter. However, while she was a Life Grade Force Crafter, the Life Grade of Force Pill Crafting had evaded her grasp for

weight of this matter

as well? The value of such a thing was beyond Aina herself, but what experiences she had. Couldn't she

of this was the fact that Aina didn't have the guidance

benefit from. The Spiritual Religion also benefited from such a thing, not to mention the fact their Race made them more in tune with the Life Grade

who had

alone. The unique insights she likely had were things that the others had probably never even heard of. Setting aside her

co-opted by a young woman who wasn't even among the Heirs. She could have very well created her own force. Just on the virtue of her status as a Force Pill Crafter, leagues of people would flock over from

at Leonel now, many couldn't help

most definitely did. He could feel that his tolerance toward it had shot way up, and on top of that, he

"Who… How?"