Dimensional Descent

"There's no time to wait. The attacks will begin within the day. And by attacks... I mean our own."

Leonel stood to his feet, the shock of the elders not moving him.

"But, the others-" Elder Aria tried to speak, but she was far more hesitant and unsure. Nora had never seen her mentor like this, and it made her respect for Leonel skyrocket. Her eyes sparkled as she looked toward Leonel's back, but her discipline was strong as her expression remained professional, imitating her mentor.

"I only retained Armand to show you all. Before I even came here, I had already sent the other geniuses back and I also noted down all of the information that I needed to as well. I have a perfect battleplan in place for each and every Seventh Dimensional family. We will attack in one sweep and I will lead every charge."

"You will...?"

Leonel's figure flickered and clones of himself manifested one after another. However, these clones didn't seem... normal. Instead, they were like a cross of soul constructs and something beyond... Were they Crafts? How was that possible?

Elder Aria's heart skipped a beat. As a Crafter a step from the Life Grade herself, her experience was great and untold, but she felt wholly inferior just seeing this scene. She couldn't even begin to tell just how Leonel had done it, nothing she thought of made sense.

And of course she couldn't. This "Craft" was a combination of Little Tolly's help, his King's Might Lineage Factor, and his Crafting expertise. It was impossible for a Crafter alone to accomplish this, at least not at Leonel's current level.

The first thing he did was intimately understand Breathe. He couldn't do this without his enlightened self, but what also made it far easier was the help he received from his Vital Star Force, raising it to a half-step from Impetus State.

Breathe was ultimately a bridge from inanimate to the animate, a connection that gave something "dead," "life."

second thing he did was create the perfect ore for himself. Compared to the Blood Diamond Ore, it was far more valuable, and it drained his wealth. This ore didn't have a name, so Leonel simply named it the King Ore. It was the perfect representation of him, carrying every aspect of his

relied on Little

King Ore, and then use Breathe on himself. He wasn't quite sure how to succeed in this, and everything

piece itself, carrying with it its connection to Leonel. Then, when Leonel used Breathe, each clone gained a

one as a practice run, but to his shock, it was like nothing had happened at all. Before, there was a limit to how much he could split Tolliver and he could only

capacity his own mind could even handle. As a result, forming one copy of himself

"This..."

Ancestors might have usually already complained. Leonel was the least experienced of them all, but now it seemed that he wanted to take control of everything? Were they going to trust

the face to do such a thing. They remained silent and let the Ancestors make the choice, their silence speaking

be the Supreme Commander of this war. Listen

shuddered. They wouldn't normally recognize this voice, but they had learned

of

voice sounded. It seemed that he had

after him, the first to

She spoke in a low