Dimensional Descent

Leonel allowed the three women to have their fun. He was a bit curious about which stream Savahn and Yuri had chosen, but not enough to interrogate them about it. He'd find out soon enough.

He kept a part of his mind focused on them in case anything went wrong, but honestly, he knew that he was just being paranoid. Even so, better paranoid now than regret later. There were some things that simply couldn't be reversed after they were done, and he wouldn't play such games of probability with his wife's life.

The rest of Leonel's mind, though, paid closer attention to the city than he had before.

Truthfully, he wasn't planning some great scheme, he was just truly taking a look at the city planning and learning quite a lot as he did so.

The city was a delicate balance of advancement and nature, but what was odd was that it didn't feel like there was very much "nature" at all.

There weren't trees or grass, and yet just the smells alone made him feel like he was in the depth of a forest of purity.

As Leonel observed, he realized that the entire city was arranged into something that almost felt like a Natural Force Art, but wasn't quite. That single half-step it was missing was a huge chasm that was nigh impossible for most to cross.

So you can plan a city like this, huh... I wonder what would happen if I filled in that half step? Would I create a city beyond this one?

This was probably one of if not the best city of the Owlans. Just by virtue of this, it was bound to be one of the best cities in existence beneath God Cities.

It definitely opened up Leonel's eyes to certain things... he had always thought of Force Arts like runes drawn of Dream Force... but that wasn't exactly entirely true.

The Magic System of Camelot drew Force Arts with other Forces and formed them into spells. That was another branch of Force Art usage.

was the Luxnix Force Art Language that could form constructs that looked like

Force Art Languages themselves that he could tweak and create at will...

fused around him, leaving a trail of an intoxicating

his perspective, but he

if not ores infused with

No.

thought, his mind

that. He had seen three-dimensional Force Arts before; they were quite

certain point, a Crafter's mind was so sharp that

Art lines in the city, and even if he shot into the skies and looked at the

formation of the buildings... and yet it was also

something that was slipping through his

He wondered, what decided the affinity of a world? Was it its world spirit?

That sounded silly.

No,

BANG!

mind, a whirlwind of

were so sturdy that even their glass hardly flexed beneath the Force of a mere Fourth Dimensional existence

this