Dimensional Descent

Elder Varough moved like the wind. His task force looked toward one another and gathered at once, following after his swift steps. Although they lost him almost immediately, they followed after his aura, moving at their fastest speeds as well.

"Shit..." Leonel mumbled beneath his breath. He didn't manage to make it far, but he was forced to slip back into the furnace room, dodging behind the large pieces of machinery.

With the most speed he himself could muster, he appeared beside a familiar furnace, the very same one he had made changes to previously. The blood that covered him and the irregular shape of his chest made it clear he was nearing the end of his rope, but his gaze was still sharp.

BANG! The door to the furnace room was ripped open so forcefully it flew off its hinges. Varough rushed in like a wild beast. When he saw Leonel, he couldn't believe it. Had he really been tricked by a mere Fifth Dimensional existence? How could he not see red?

However, seeing that Leonel was cornered, he took a breath to calm himself. He knew that he couldn't kill Leonel now; at the very least, he needed to bring him back to be studied.

"Stay back."

The sudden command from Leonel left Varough without words. Was this brat stupid? Why did he have to do as he said?

Varough shook his head, feeling that this previous rage was really too silly. How could he allow a brat like this to threaten his baseline?

He thought that Leonel was clever to be able to make it so far, but maybe he had overestimated him.

He continued to move forward anyway, not giving a damn about Leonel's words... until he heard what came next.

"Alright, keep moving. I'll be sure to blow this entire place sky-high."

Varough's steps paused. He looked around, seeing the collection of various furnaces, AC systems, and boilers; he was confused. Was something like that possible? He wasn't sure; he wasn't a Crafter. But just theoretically speaking, with all the heat and various systems in this place automated, there was a great deal of energy stored here. If it was disrupted, then...

Varough sneered. "Am I supposed to believe that you can do something to change the equilibrium here? Do you have any idea who designed these-"

"Then call her here and ask her; it's not like I'm going anywhere, right?" Leonel sneered, standing tall and straight despite his injuries. "At the same time, you can ask her who it was pulled her away from her lab and brought her here to fix an issue."

At that moment, the rest of Varough's team caught up. But he raised a hand and stopped them from approaching.

fetch Liana,"

one of them was

seconds ticked by, and Liana was eventually brought in.

"Impossible..." she mumbled.

"It's very

that furnace; it's impossible for you

was ready to

Did you

Liana frowned.

You think that I just reversed the flow of the

She looked at Leonel, hard, trying to

I didn't reverse the flow; I mirrored it. A technicality, but a huge difference. Especially if someone came by

"You..."

If you didn't notice until now,

Art is two transformations away from what

Liana's heart trembled.

that only those with an intimate understanding of the Life Grade could

Force Arts were formed of shapes, not just in the 2D, but the 3D as well, and sometimes a fourth if you were sharp

Art called for

came, the further from the perfection of the Life Grade you got, and the more stable the overall formation

act as though it had been reversed. But rather than mirroring it again to take it back to its original position, Liana had

formation was already highly unstable. Leonel didn't have the strength to force a third transformation. In fact, he hadn't had the strength to force the second one either; he had to rely

gave the formation a little nudge, it

level of explosion couldn't even guarantee the death of an Eight Star existence, let alone the true powerhouses of the family. Do you think

have your Patriarch's lovely daughter in

widened, and Varough's brows

sneered. "Whatever this whole operation is, it's clear that it's highly important to your people. If I blow it up, all your hard