Dimensional Descent

Leonel continued to tinker around, testing out several ideas. Each one worked about as well as he expected them to, but he felt that there was still much more to this Simplicity than he knew. It felt like there was no ceiling to it.

And by the same token, it didn't feel like there was a ceiling to Complexity either.

At some point, the two melded into one and he shifted from one discipline to the other depending on the circumstances. At the same time, his view of the world began to subtly change in unexpected ways, namely in the methods by which he used and applied Force.

Just in general, there was nothing about Crafting that shouldn't necessarily be applicable to combat. It was a bit harder to see those paths, but it wasn't impossible either.

It was trickier to, say, come up with the perfect Force Art to use in the middle of combat. When you were Crafting, you had essentially all the time in the world to think of little quirks and take into account several possible factors.

In battle, though, the situation changed many times a minute even if you were in the Third Dimension, let alone at Leonel's current Realm of strength.

By this point, Leonel's current opponents made the thinking speed he had one been extremely proud of back in the Dimensional Verse seem like nothing more than a joke.

Of course, he had likewise left that level behind long ago, but it was a fact that as of now, the situation of a battle could change hundreds, thousands of times a second, even.

Leonel was confident that most of the enemies on his level couldn't match his speed of thought, not even remotely.

The main issue was that he needed to be even faster than that if he wanted to use it in combat. Either that, or he would need to start applying his Simulation abilities in combat and reading what would likely happen instead of reacting to it.

Unfortunately, that was also easier said than done.

All that said, the matter of combat was actually quite far from Leonel's mind at the moment. He was completely immersed in the world of Crafting.

thinking about other things, the less often his mind would drift

knew that Aina was probably enjoying herself right this moment-she had

wasn't just one Leonel of the Human Race, and they needed to plant

that with far greater ease than

Fawkes, and they also didn't know that he had both

He controlled the Vast Dream Pavilion. He was

the face of the Human Race,

than even

any information on the Brazinger family in the wider world, and that was even with the Vast Dream Pavilion and the Life Tablet as conduits

Brazinger family, and the four Great

the perfect face for the Human Race and he had to allow her to be that, letting her stand

too grand as well... he hadn't forgotten about

in the world he moved, the closer he

trying to avoid the topic, Leonel's mind couldn't help but drift toward

fact he had violet scales, and

completely unrelated to

Thorne was just an ant. Leonel could tell that his bloodline

Thorne was a lot like Lumina who was an Owlan, but so distant