Dimensional Descent

"If Aina is right, they'll probably be able to sense you anywhere within 50 or so meters with that amount. If they find another drop, it could be upwards of a hundred meters. But Aina also does say that those are to her standards..."

Leonel's gaze flashed when he heard this.

"Send me an image when the Force Art is in the process of being completed. I'll double-check."

After saying this, Leonel seemed to close himself off to the rest of the world. He was entirely focused on what he was seeing below.

The nexus node was quite large, or so it seemed. Much of it was bluster as it required a large amount of energy and cooling to function properly.

Much of the outer structure, as a result, were Force Arts designed to control the flow of energy and also to send excess heat outward. If he wanted to see the true formation, it would require him going in deeper.

This was why he had to come in person. The Force Art was quite complicated, but Anastasia had no idea what parts were important to what he needed and what parts weren't.

Leonel sucked in a cold breath when he saw the true depths of the Force Art. It was far more complicated than anything he had ever seen before, and just looking at it, while not as bad as taking a look at Goggles' Ability Index, still made him feel like his Dream Force was being sucked down an endless vat of darkness.

What Leonel didn't know was that most of the large-scale formations of the human alliance were set up by King personally. The Godlens were willing to pay an exorbitant price for this former overlord of the Dream Pavilion to help them out, and now it was Leonel's problem to deal with.

The gap between the Impetus State and the Life State was too enormous to put into words. Even if King was casual with his attempts and didn't put in his full effort, it was incredibly far beyond Leonel's means to deal with.

It could be said that Leonel was lucky he was able to recognize the portions that were used for energy control and cooling at all, as for the rest of it...

choice but to

his teeth. It had only been a few seconds, but he knew it was helpless. His Crafting simply wasn't on this

to calm down. In truth, "forced" might be too heavy-handed. He seemed to be able to pull himself out of

at least fifty warriors down there. The weakest is in the Eighth Dimension, and there's one Ninth Dimensional general overseeing them. This doesn't really matter much, honestly. Even if they were only Seventh Dimensional, I'm not sure I could easily

to the tunnel, there are four Eighth Dimensional existences with their

quickened, then he asked a

Blood

Clones is easy. It's the collecting blood

nodded, that's about

and track him, he might as well make

a Blood Clone and the real

it's a 50% clone or better. Almost impossible

"Alright."

to consider is how much your mind can handle. If you're overloaded, even if you're close enough to them,

sub-section of them to

it was the home of the golden-scaled koi fish, but he displaced it for the sake of this. Then,

how far his Vital

...

Anselma said, taking the

air under her palm seemed to solidify. Under the other, she

began to take shape, and the blood fused into