Miles stepped to the edge of the walls, taking a deep breath. A strong surge of Force whipped around him, forming rainbow-colored clouds around his body.
The rainbow clouds continued to grow in size, blanketing the area around Miles at ever-increasing speeds.
As the battle below raged on, it was hard for anyone to take notice of such a phenonon. Many weren't qualified to do so. Though rainbow clouds should have been sothing that captured the awe of all, the truth was that most didn't have the affinity necessary to sense them because…
They were ford of Dream Force.
By this point, it couldn't be more obvious why it was that Miles' ability was useless against Leonel. The forr had an ability reliant on a Force that practically bowed down to the latter.
The clouds eventually grew from covering just a few tens of ters to over several hundred. Very quickly, it covered over a kiloter.
Miles had been able to cast an illusion over tens of kiloters worth of city. This much was most definitely possible for him. The only question was whether or not he would have the ti he needed to do it.
But, there were two things working in his favor. The first was the Invalids were too far from him and most of them likely weren't even aware of what he was doing. And, the second reason was as the Descent of the Fourth Dinsion accelerated toward completion, Miles could slowly feel his ability strengthening and growing.
Now, whereas it would have taken him several hours to reach this level in the past, it only took him a little over half an hour to reach this point.
Miles' gaze flashed open, the troops below were still battling, but they had fallen into a stalemate. But, this was perfect, this was exactly the situation they wanted.
The reason they were in a stalemate wasn't because their montum had stalled, but rather because they were pacing themselves to maintain their stamina for a final push.
Within the vanguard, Milan, Joel and Raj manned the core. Joel beca their main source of attack, Milan was their defense, and Raj was their crowd control. They worked together seamlessly, waiting for the perfect opportunity to lash out.
On the football field, and in any sport, for that matter, montum was an important but abstract concept. Yet, as a team that rarely if ever lost, the Royal Blue squad had a perfect grasp of it. When it was ti… they would be ready.
The rainbow clouds blanketed the battlefield at that very mont. For the first ti, the troops could see them clearly.
The Invalids began to act erratically, their senses being completely cut off.
Miles' ability had many different uses. Just like Sion, he was able to slowly learn about it over ti and refine it.
Though he could weave intricate illusions, doing so used too much of his stamina and took even more ti. However, if he broke down the illusions into their individual parts, he was able to gain sotis even better results for a smaller sacrifice.
For example, it was possible for him to target particular senses.
In order for an illusion to work, Miles had to ensure that all five senses were accounted for. Whether it was touch, sll, sight… it all had to be perfect or else the illusion could collapse.
But, likewise, this ant that Miles could hone in on specific paraters and tweak them to his liking,
He could target touch and make the sa amount of pain feel ten tis worse. He could target scent and force even the most veteran of hunting dogs into a corner. He could target sight and make a person feel as though they had been blinded, never to see anything ever again…
This was what abilities could do. The possibilities were endless as long as one had the creativity and talent to accomplish it.
When Miles experints were taken to their logical extre, he created an entirely new technique. And he called it…
"Sensory Domain."
Miles' gaze blazed.
Within his Sensory Domain, everyone was under his control. He could strip a person of all their feeling. Their sense of touch, sight, hearing, sll and even taste, he could snatch them all.
And that was exactly what he did.
In that instant, the Invalids beca a complete ss. They couldn't see what enemies they were targeting, they couldn't hear where they were coming from, either. Only those who had relatively sharp senses could use their sense of Force to make out where the troops were and target a general direction, but even then, there were too few of them.
'If I could cut of proprioception and the ability to sense Force, I would be undefeatable…'
[Author's Note: Proprioception is the ability of a person to tell where their body parts are in relation to one another. If soone lost this ability, even walking would be impossible. Doing practically anything would be impossible, actually. Well, not impossible, just very, very, very difficult]
Miles ambition seed endless. Even with such a powerful ability, he wasn't satisfied. However, he had done his part.
"Comnce Phase Three!"
Miles barked out order after order. Everything was going smoothly. In fact, any dissatisfaction the Commander had had after having his post stolen was wiped away. Miles' commands were perfect and well tid.
It was clear that there were no pushovers among noble Heirs…
The Fort gates opened once again. But, this ti, a worker's crew of engineers shot out instead of a group of warriors. They all hung on to the sides of trucks packed to the brim with several steel cases.
The trucks ca to a stop quickly and the engineers all rushed out, opening box after box.
Very soon, it because obvious what they were doing. They were building sothing.
Those with the knowledge could tell exactly what these 'sothings' were as well…
Force Disruption Towers!
If the Third Phase succeeded, the Invalid army would be finished. Having to face the brunt of human technology without Force only led toward one path…
Death.
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