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.

wasn't in terms of strength, but rather in how his abilities blended into one another and how it wasn't obvious

Leonel felt that

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

would be a clash of two Spirits, one being himself as an Envoy of Destruction, and

Leonel got to work, losing himself in his

...

important was happening, Anastasia would

just felt endless. And

'Wait...'

his lip twitched. Suddenly,

his stamina was being drained away by his Destruction World

think that this is the situation by default.

arm. Suddenly, an armor appeared around his body. In that moment, it almost looked as though he had become a billowing tower of humanoid smoke, like he had sent himself ablaze...

form, Leonel dismissed it,

stronger than it should be, and that wasn't just because of Evolution Ore. It

done it

'Wow...'

anything, and that was obviously even less so for himself because he

just by the result, but

wonder... if his father wasn't harmed by his own mother, what kind of existence would he have been able to become? Would

way to rage. Instead, it was determination that came, and with that, the wisps of smoke at the corners of his eyes and the soles of his feet

need to be

raze them down in order to allow something else to grow... why