Dimensional Descent

"The core of the formation is back in the direction you came from, deep underground. There were twelve large kernels that stabilize the formation, and probably a dozen times that in smaller scale nexuses. Every single one of them is heavily guarded."

Leonel shook his head. What paranoid pricks. But it made sense. Even in a time of peace, they wouldn't allow anyone to casually approach such important areas, let alone now that they were about to enter a full-scale war with the demons.

The other problem was that these nodes and nexuses would be obvious points. They'll know that with him being trapped inside their territory like this, the only thing he could do was try to break the formation. That meant that very soon, all of these places with already robust security would likely become even more difficult to deal with.

The other path was finding a flaw in the formation, but...

This wasn't the Dimensional Verse anymore. Leonel was no longer head and shoulders above every other Crafter he came across, and if he wanted to find a flaw, especially one that he could fit through or take advantage of, it would take hours of study, and that was in the best-case scenario. More likely than that, it would take days.

In fact, for the people of the Godlens, they probably wouldn't even consider this. Even a seasoned Crafter wouldn't dare to hand out such short timelines. It could only be said that Leonel was either far too arrogant or very confident in himself.

As for creating a flaw like he had done with the surface, that was even more impossible. That formation had been much smaller, not to mention one with far fewer checks and balances. And yet, it had still taken almost everything he had to cause some small changes to a minor part of it.

Once again, this wasn't the Dimensional Verse. He couldn't just casually change things because he felt like it anymore.

There was a possibility of holing up and creating a large-scale teleportation formation he could use to leave the protective formation in an instant, but that thought was also a joke.

He could already sense how solid space was here. How could such an important formation not have contingencies against Spatial Force masters?

"What about going underground?" Leonel asked.

Maybe if he found a home to commandeer, he could build an underground path out of the city right from under their noses.

"The ground is far too solid. In addition, part of the formation is designed to defend against underground operations as well. There's a net solidifying the ground, and it's even more powerful than the formation exposed to the air.

if a bowl had a lid placed on it and then was flipped. Imagine the city

Leonel shook his head.

his Crafting skill was far beyond hers. He couldn't make use of her to find

a predicament, isn't it?" Leonel chuckled. "Do you two regret being mad at me now? How about some apologies

got two snorts,

he was laughing rather than panicking. But

Simona was

hope to use this alone to escape. He doubted that Vivak would let him get away with it even

truth, even Leonel felt that Simona's life was useless in this situation, but it was still a nice reminder that he hadn't

huge city, he still had a chance. For

and pieces of the formation.

...

situation was

The walls and hallways were still in decent shape, having been forged of materials that were too excellent to completely collapse under this level of attack. In

was connected to the air ducts that spread out from this room... there was no chance all of her research

completely ashen, drained of

that Leonel's last words had been true. Had Anselma not pressured him so hard, there might have been some room for negotiation. But because she hadn't had

just a matter of the research, but that young man had his daughter. If he continued to

His jaw set.

elder she had brought could

she came, Vivak had disrespected her, and now they seemed to be trying to blame her

"What are you-"

off

a step back. If you