Dimensional Descent

The top 1 prize of the event was truly heart stirring.

There were many Spirits in the world. Fire Spirits, Wind Spirits, Metal Spirits... each one had their own unique path of Crafting, but there was no doubt that in order to be a Crafter, one had to have one of these Companions by their sides.

There were some Crafters who had more than one, some who combined multiple paths or chose to have more than one of the same kind. But this was still the inevitable truth of them all.

Morphing and forging Ores without the help of Spirits was possible, but without being in the Creation State, it was hard to give your creations any sort of life without them.

Of the normal Spirits, there was no doubt that the Metal Spirit was probably the most highly sought after, and also the most dangerous to work with. However...

There were Spirits above this level.

The Minerva Race was known for a great number of feats during their existence, but it could be said that of their best, one would be remiss if not to mention the Minerva Spirit.

The Minerva Spirit was the only humanoid Spirit in existence. It looked like a small doll, always sitting beautifully on the shoulder of its master... But within that small body, there were a myriad of changes and it housed the mysteries of the universe.

The Minerva Spirit, being a humanoid Spirit, was a blank slate. It was capable of practicing and growing affinities for Forces much like other Races could, and as such, it was considered to be the absolute pinnacle of Spirithood.

Having a Minerva Spirit was akin to having a growth-type Spirit capable of becoming any one of the others. If you wanted to behave like a Metal Spirit, it would. If you wanted it to become a Fire Spirit, it could. If you wanted to fuse the paths down a unique and personal adventure of yours... it could do that as well.

Spirit, even in comparison to the Spirits used by various God Races, was

of potential and not actuality. The Minerva Race of the past was capable of raising Minerva Spirits, but the current Owlan Race

only dared to do this because they were certain that one of

had one. Of course, part of that was also because they were making a real attempt to distance themselves from the Minerva Race as well. But now

need was there to

such a Spirit was the prize for the first ranked.

...

there was a large berth given to them. The city of the Gathering of Kingdoms wasn't part of the projected images to the

living it up for the last moments of their lives, or surviving the carnage forced upon them by others, these worlds were different. They were strong enough to not worry about the culling, so they

image of Aina was practically burned

happened in the city, but the world wasn't filled with fools. When Aina kept entering the arena more and more injured than the last time, despite having secured easy victories

eyes of these people, Aina was an absolute

had to go before they could reach such a place. And, it was a bit inconvenient for them to do so in a straightforward way

could be imagined. The Minerva Race

Leonel had taken a different

The first was going out of his way to travel through the Inbetween Worlds for as long as possible,