Dimensional Descent

Leonel tossed a piece of ore to the side, feeling a hint frustrated.

It was all completely contradictory. How could you change the molecular structure of an object, and yet have it work in the same exact way? It didn't even make sense.

Oftentimes, when things took certain shapes, it was because it was the most optimal. Pulling it out of said shape would destabilize it or weaken it. It made otherwise strong materials brittle.

When Force was taken into account, the matter was even worse than just that. That was because one wrong move and an otherwise inner metal could, quite literally, blow up in your face, taking a hand and a layer of your skull with it.

Leonel realized that there was something that he was missing, but he couldn't find what it was immediately. All the explanations in the world couldn't substitute a certain feel a Crafter had to have for his Craft, and he wasn't quite getting it.

He felt that a portion of the reason was actually his education on Earth. His understanding of chemical bones, atoms and the like were built and shaped on Earth. Even when he learned about Force later, he just kind of retrofitted it into the things he already knew and understood.

Now, it was hard to unsee it. It was like an optical illusion casting a shadow over his mind, and it was also a feeling that he was completely... unused to.

With his Ability Index, he had perfect control of his mind. Something like casting a thought away or shifting his perspective was easy.

For others, saying "think outside the box" was easier said that done, but Leonel could, quite literally, do it.

Except in this case for some reason.

Every time he tried to cast away his foundational knowledge about atoms and their interactions with one another, he would begin tinkering with the Ores and he would end up deducing it again.

and reaffirming

only mean one thing... Earth's approach to chemical theory and the atom was correct. There was nothing else

could these two

be expected to change the chemical structure of something and yet have it maintain the same

even make sense... even when changing phases, there's a difference. Ice has a lattice structure that water simply does not. Even if they share the same molecule, they don't have the same structure. Carbon is the same, it's

that simple? Was that

that should only be part of it... But it is an

Art. It was the

a Force Art into an ore's chemical structure was like completely rewiring a house to fit a flowery picture instead of what was practical. None of the lights and

of these languages was good at something different and there didn't seem to

was then that Leonel's first thoughts

was using the Morales

to take a casual glance at it and understand what it did-and that was regardless of whether he had ever seen the language before

translate whatever words came out with ease. He no

he bet his father didn't use the Morales Force Art language either, at least not

his slow progress in this world was because he was restricted to an Incomplete World's Force Art Language. Or, more accurately,

Force Art language