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 try and

was helpless. His Crafting simply wasn't on

a breath and forced himself to calm down. In truth, "forced" might be too heavy-handed. He seemed to be able to pull himself out of the pits of despair quite smoothly, returning to

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 handle so many, especially not without exposing

Eighth Dimensional existences with

then he asked a

many Blood Clones

easy. It's the

about what

track him, he might as well make it a

Blood Clone and the real thing? Using that detection device, I

if it's a 50% clone or better.

"Alright."

how much your mind can handle.

an issue. I only need a small sub-section of them to actually do anything. The rest will

had given him, the one that once held an ocean's worth of Void Beast blood. These days, it was the home of the golden-scaled koi fish, but he displaced it for the sake

he found out how far his Vital Star Force could take

...

Anselma said,

palm seemed to solidify. Under the other,

Force Art began to take shape, and