Dimensional Descent

[Thanks to Mr. Ham (3/6)]

With a tap of fingers, ripples echoed into the world.

Many were shocked. Was Leonel not going to take out a workbench?

In truth, Leonel had never really gotten used to using a workbench. Though, this was mostly his fault. Many of the situations he ended up Crafting in were open spaces like this one. Although he could have brought out his workbench, he never needed to.

He only used his workbench when he needed to completely focus on a task, one that stretched his abilities to the absolute limit. For example, he had never forged any one of his Divine Armors without the help of his workbench.

However... he felt that it was wholly unnecessary in this situation.

The workbench personally crafted by the Minerva Race had no reason to make an appearance here.

*Bloop

Little Tolly started off with such an innocent sound, and yet in a single instant it rose up like a roaring Eastern dragon, spiraling into the skies.

Leonel didn't ask the little guy to do this, but it seemed it had been provoked by Talon's display. It didn't interfere with Talon's lightning because it felt that this would ruin the spirit of the battle, but that didn't stop its head from growing so large that it looked as though it could swallow the city whole.

ROAR!

The Ores of Owlan Race's Bubble all shook. Mines rose and collapsed, the city walls cracking as though he would shatter a moment later.

Leonel tapped another

danced in the air. Then, Leonel's fingers became a blurring whirlwind, snapping so fast that booms that dwarfed the

seemed to have forgotten in that moment that Leonel was only in

be on a level all to

of blue began to glow on his forearms as his Vital Star Force quickly followed up, replenishing his

Ore was swallowed up by Little Tolly. Although using Cleansing Waters was far superior to any other purification method, much like the workbench... Leonel

like a lump of coal. The latter of which was obviously the

to purify three Ores,

of Spirits were far better at some tasks than others, especially depending on the Path they took... was it really meant to

Leonel proceeded

Leonel didn't just case away the impure lumps of goal as he began to

he brought out Force Quill... or what they should

with his body again, commandeering his hand for a moment before forming into a quill that trembled like a real

delicate and fragile, and yet at

his Metal Spirit into his

could pen the

of a quill. Every one of his strokes rang through the world like Spear Dance, as though a Natural Force Art was being birthed just

was exactly what