Dimensional Descent

Leonel's eyes snapped open, flashing of purple lightning sparking through him as his hair danced beneath wind of his own making. His Force rushed about so furiously that cyclones formed and roared around him, seemingly wanting to slice apart reality itself.

He took a breath and everything rushed back into him, the world becoming still.

His gaze was sharp and everything he looked at seemed to quiver on the verge of collapsing before he spared them another glance.

He exhaled slowly, the wind pressure causing small claps of thunder all on their own as though even his breath had broken the sound barrier.

Leonel stood and walked to his Workbench, his mind accelerating through several thoughts.

His plan for his Divine Armor was just the same. The fusion of Little Tolly and himself was perfect and he believed it to be the truest manifestation of the Life State, a level of Craftsmanship that stood on a level all to its own.

But at the same time, it was a path with endless amounts of flexibility and likewise one that could evolve with him one he truly grasped the Self State.

Since Leonel had created the Fourth Dimensional Divine Armor, several things had changed, though.

First and most obvious there was his Destruction World's improvement.

Second was his comprehension breakthrough in the Owlan Race's Bubble, namely their use of Natural Force Arts in their city planning. Or, more accurately... a close approximation of this.

The third was just his increase in strength in general. These thoughts seemed to be jumbled, but they worked well together in Leonel's mind.

'I'm starting to see the path...'

Leonel had already begun seeing how his path could truly fuse into one, but the further along this path he walked, the clearer it became and closer he seemed to mirror Aina.

strength, but rather in how his abilities blended into one another and

was only made more obvious by the fact Leonel felt that

City, how much more powerful would his Destruction be? And if he incorporated this as an aspect of his Divine Armor, how much more

a clash of two Spirits, one being himself as an Envoy of Destruction, and the other being Tolliver, an Envoy of

thought, Leonel got to work, losing

...

to tell how long passed because Leonel truly wasn't paying attention. If something important was happening, Anastasia would awaken him,

the last time this had happened. His Dream Force stamina, after a certain point, just felt endless. And after his

'Wait...'

and his lip twitched.

It seemed that much of his stamina was being drained away by his Destruction World after his soul began to

I don't actually think that this

and shook his arm. Suddenly, an armor appeared around his body. In that moment, it almost looked as though he had become a

form, Leonel dismissed it, feeling

stronger than it should be, and that wasn't just because of Evolution Ore. It was like it had stepped into the Self Realm on its own and without

skill definitely wasn't this high yet, which meant the only explanation was that his Destruction World had done it on its own with the help of his King's Might, raising it to the

'Wow...'

and that was obviously even less so for himself because he was quite aware of

this time, he was truly shocked... and it wasn't just by the result,

his own mother, what kind of existence would he have been able to become? Would the Human Race even be facing such

Leonel's eyes didn't give way to rage. Instead, it was determination that came, and with that, the wisps of smoke at the corners of his

need to be fueled

them down in order to allow something else to