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.

tapped another

vanished, becoming small globules of silver that danced in the air. Then, Leonel's fingers became a blurring whirlwind, snapping so fast that booms that dwarfed the thunder in the skies

seemed to have forgotten in that moment that Leonel was

too agile, too quick. They seemed to be on a level all to their own, pushing and pulling back so quick that it seemed he

glow on his forearms as his Vital Star Force quickly followed up, replenishing his hands faster than he could even damage

swallowed up by Little Tolly. Although using Cleansing Waters was far superior to any other purification method,

a lump of coal. The latter

five minutes to purify three Ores, while it had taken Leonel

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

proceeded to do the same for

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

brought out Force Quill... or

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

looked so delicate and fragile, and yet at the same time, it

to incorporate his Metal Spirit into his Divine Armor...

could pen

like he was wielding a spear instead of a quill. Every one of his strokes rang through the world like Spear Dance, as though a Natural Force Art was

was exactly what was