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

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

forgotten in that moment that Leonel was

to their own, pushing and pulling back so quick that it

his Vital Star Force quickly followed up, replenishing his hands faster than he could

Although using Cleansing Waters was far superior to any other purification method, much like the workbench...

a reflective slab of what looked like shimmering graphite sitting beside what looked like a lump of coal. The latter of which was obviously the impurities, while the former was a perfect representation of a perfectly purified

was especially shocking about this was that it took Talon upwards of five minutes to purify three Ores, while it

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

then it got worse when Leonel proceeded to do the same

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

the air as he brought out Force Quill... or what they should was supposed to replace

a

fragile, and yet at the same time, it radiated

going to incorporate his Metal Spirit into his Divine Armor... why not get a Force Quill

that could pen

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 by virtue of the fact he

exactly what was