Dimensional Descent

Leonel's didn't expect this kind of response. A battle to decide who would become the Idol of a generation? But if this was the explanation, then... why did he already feel like he was one?

It felt odd...

What Leonel didn't know was that the Phenomena he caused was sensed by the Gods.

The Idol Battlefield was a location that moved without rhyme or reason, and it was impossible to keep tabs on it in the long term.

It could be said that the only reason this battle only took place once every few generations was because all the time in between was spent finding exactly where it was.

It was hard for even the Gods to understand exactly what the Idol Battlefield was all about and why it was formed in the first place. The stories were so old and had grown so muddled that it was difficult to place a finger on exactly where their origins lay and what was truth from fiction.

All they knew was that the Idol Battlefield always disappeared after its winners were crowned and it only appeared again when there were a sufficient number of candidates prepared to do battle once more.

But even now, the Idol Battlefield seemed far more agitated than usual. It was much too far away from the normal reaches of Existence for anyone other than the most powerful to feasibly travel to it, and yet it was making such a commotion.

This was the first time they had found the battlefield before it was within their range. It traveled through a vast nothingness, the regions of Existence that the Northern Star had already rendered to not even a memory.

For it to suddenly throw such a tantrum...

What could have happened?

Even without understanding, many Weapon Masters began to sharpen their weapons, readying themselves for a battle of ages.

former speed, the Idol Battlefield should have taken hundreds more years to reach them once again. But

or even sooner, it was very likely that it would rear its head once more and the

this anomaly happening, who dared to say that this event would be the same as the

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he wanted from the Godlens, Leonel returned to the Dream Pavilion. He looked toward a few snow globes that

originally wanted to give one to Ramon. But he both ended up getting distracted and felt that it was no longer necessary... at least

didn't want to interfere with it. Plus, it was hard to

original plan was to use

to give souls more permanency by anchoring them to an object. Depending on how

could increase the talent or the soul; he could increase the talent of the object, or... he could create something that could

the last one was little more than speculation on Leonel's part. He actually wasn't sure if this was possible

ever since he stepped a half-foot into the Self

at using his own Self as a conduit for his Crafting.

the souls of others, didn't that mean that he could use their "Self" as a

that case, his Self Path would

his gaze suddenly sharpened as he stood up abruptly. A dense killing intent exuded from his gaze as

when she saw what was being reflected in his mind, her mood too took a turn for

What was happening here?

...

BOOM!

path. His foot steps were so powerful

the time he was approaching his destination, his eyes were a fiery shade

descended from the