Dimensional Descent

Lyra, or rather Aina, appeared by Aerin's, or Leonel's side. They looked forward without a word, seemingly having already expected this outcome.

When Patriarch Khafra finally deduced what happened, he stumbled back. Was the Spiritual Race's Princess always such a monster? That was impossible.

He realized what happened now.

Aina, or rather Leonel, didn't set up the board for the sake of victory. The entire time, he was manipulating combinations of Force Arts to get his desired effect.

But first he needed to run a test, and that test was precisely Morgok's first attack. Everything had hinged on the Nomad Race's ability to teleport their Hands of God through space. Who would have thought that this ability the strongest of them took pride in, would be used against them like this?

Ultimately, in order to be able to create an instant teleportation like this, there was a constant connection that needed to be maintained between the floating hands and the person using them.

Space was a very dangerous thing. If there was an error in a teleportation platform, not only could you not make it to the other side, but you could ended up stretched across millions of miles, your body crushed into atoms.

Leonel's idea was simple. What if he put the teleportation of Morgok's hands and the Portals in conflict? Just the slightest tug on either side could end up destroying everything, including Morgok.

But this was far easier said than done.

For one, he had to lock onto the exact frequency of Morgok's personal spatial control. Then, he needed to not only create a Portal that could perfectly counter that, but he had to do so in a way that not only forced Morgok to attack a particular square, but hid his real intentions while it seemed like he was just playing the game normally.

Just nailing one of these factors was impossibly difficult. Nailing all of them at once was more than just a stroke of genius, it was impossibly monstrous, to the point that Patriarch Khafra thought he was dreaming.

Could he even do this?

No matter how he spun the problem in his mind... he knew that he couldn't.

Deciphering what the two had done was one thing, but actually doing it was a different matter entirely. Back on Earth, there were thousands of people that could dissect a game of chess, but there were only a few dozen who could play a game of the highest caliber.

out of his chest. Did

already too late. Leonel didn't even give him a chance to consider his option. He directly chose the

one another. The latter was calm, but the Patriarch, on the

calm down. With his mind in this state, it was too easy for a Dream Force expert to take advantage

actually

with a single stone. Whether Patriarch Khafra wanted it or not, his mind was

that moment, the world shook and numerous beasts began

the first time Leonel faced off against Patriarch Khafra. It was all about

on opposite ends of a long corridor. Between them and the middle stood nine sections. Each section held

to the center first would be the winner of this round. It

challenge, he knew that. He had seen the other challenges there, and this was the last one

of that

what... just

DING!

had been watching the entire time... but how had Aerin crushed

flapped its wings and lunged at Patriarch Khafra, obscuring

DING!

to hit empty air. A slash of wing crossed his chest like a scythe, but it couldn't draw blood. The creature was far weaker than himself, so how

DING!

DING!

DING!

ticked by, every sound that echoed shook Patriarch Khafra to his very core. He was shocked beyond belief. By the sixth DING! he could feel the real horror settling

he going to die

why the thought came to his mind. He was so much stronger than these creatures, this Dwarven Prince was

just hiding a genius,

DING!

DING!