Dimensional Descent

Leonel suddenly felt that the world had a surprising amount of clarity. His pale violet irises danced with a bronze hue that flashed in and out of existence.

His mind worked so much faster, scarily so. He felt that if he tried to Simulate things now, not only would he succeed... but it would be easy.

He still didn't dare to say that he could do so with 100% certainty, but he knew there would be a long string of 9's be after 99% if he were to calculate it. It was so much more perfect than it had been in the past that it was hard to even measure.

His hair seemed to float on the air, his entire body feeling as light as air.

'What would it be like to battle like this...'

It was hard to explain, but it felt like his soul, the very reason for his existence, was closer to him than it had ever been before. It was odd considering he had been born with it fused into his body, but he had never truly.... Felt it.

He understood why that was. This was different from one's soul stretching out across Dimensions.

Essentially, when one began their journey up the Dimensions, one would leave tiny pieces of them at every level. From the Third Dimension to the Ninth, every step would stretch out the soul just a little bit more until it was unrecognizable.

This was why other Races had so much of an advantage over humans. As humans grew stronger, their talent was diluted by their progress. But because other Races had their souls separated, they could feel a clear sense of it all the way throughout.

However, other Races still suffered from this dilution as well, just on a smaller scale.

The further they got from the Second Dimension, the harder it was for them to sense the root of their strength. However, unlike humans, their souls weren't stretched. Meaning, by mastering Impetus State Forces, they could bring their souls back into focus by becoming more in tune with how Forces worked on that level.

Impetus State was the minimum requirement for entering the Ninth

likely Aina as well, felt that there souls were neither stretched, nor a long distance away. In fact, it was even more exaggerated for Leonel who was only

his soul was whispering exactly the path

his own

and real to him, and even without picking up another Ore, he felt that his Crafting had

his first Divine Armor... again. But he almost felt like the idea he had had was too rudimentary for his current level

work... just... a little

was no longer interested in using his Divine Armor to give him abilities he didn't already have. He had too many already, and after so long, he felt that he could finally see a faint path to them becoming

abilities and that

a living Divine

to step onto the stage before the most proud geniuses below the Demi-God Realms

stood there with her Battle Ax firmly in her grasp, a graceful smile on her lips-completely

soul left that dared to lift a finger against her, whether that was in the arena, or in the

was free and clear, rolling through the

battles began. And that only allowed people

about Aina, but what shocked the world the most was the movement

Existence, especially those of the highest echelon that understood these matters on a deeper level,

had done so even before the Finals began, let

contextual significance, just getting a treasure from the Gathering Stele had become akin to climbing the tallest of mountains as a mere mortal. It had already been calculated that the Gathering Stele was raising its standards again and again because it was running out of energy and treasures. Every year that passed