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

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

Leonel was only in the Fifth Dimension... at least

They seemed to be on a level all to their own,

to glow on his forearms as his Vital Star Force quickly followed

up by Little Tolly. Although using Cleansing Waters was far superior to any other

what looked like a lump of coal. The latter of which was obviously the impurities, while the former was a perfect

this was that it took Talon upwards of five minutes to purify three Ores, while it had taken

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

proceeded to do

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

to tap at the air as he brought out

his body again, commandeering his hand for a moment before forming into

fragile, and yet

Leonel was going to incorporate his Metal Spirit into his Divine Armor... why not get a

could

a moment, it felt like he was wielding a spear instead of a quill. Every one of his strokes rang through the world like

was exactly what