Leonel imdiately felt overwheld.
In order to hide the existence of the Force Law Art, a treasure Leonel was sure that even worlds would war over, he had chosen to keep it within the snowglobe. But, he hadn't taken ti to consider the disconnect his mind and body would feel in doing so.
Leonel felt as though his concept of ti had been completely destroyed. As much as he would love to believe that this ant that he had unlocked so new cheat, he knew better than to think this.
Maybe it was a product of his high Dream Force affinity, but he was quite good at seeing through illusions of the mind. As a result, he could tell that while his mind felt as though ti had co to a grinding halt, his body was still very much experiencing it in real ti.
This seemingly small matter resulted in Leonel wasting over an hour before he even thought of gazing at the Force Law Art.
Leonel imdiately retracted his mind from the snowglobe, a cold sweat on his forehead. He realized then that had it not been for his high Dream Force affinity, he may very well have been stuck in the snowglobe to the end of his life.
Of course, things wouldn't be so exaggerated. As long as just one person ca to check on him, he would be able to leave. Well… As long as that person was determined enough to smash through the protections he had put up. But, it was a scary thought nonetheless.
'Wow… So this is Ti Force…'
This was the first ti Leonel had co across Ti Force and it was only now he truly understood how fearso it was.
Much like everything else in his Segnted Cube, he took the snowglobes for granted. But the reality was that their value was impossibly great as well. If soone with Ti Force affinity knew that Leonel had such things and in such large quantities, they'd likely be willing to give up whatever large amount of wealth they had for just one. Well… That or they'd go all out to kill him.
Being able to have the opportunity to observe Ti Force at work was rare. Yet, it seed like Leonel could do so whenever he wanted.
Leonel took a deep breath. This ti, he steeled his mind and was prepared for the sudden change.
The world within the snowglobe was an expanse of white fog. At least, that was what it was normally when there was nothing to be stored within it. But now, there was a massive globe of floating golden symbols.
It felt as though Leonel had stepped into the inner workings of a clock. Every shift in a rune or symbol here would cause a chain reaction that ricocheted throughout the whole Force Law Art. Just standing there, Leonel found himself awed at its beauty.
At that mont, Leonel felt a tiny prick on his finger.
'20 minutes already…?'
This ti, Leonel had commanded Little Tolly to give him a small prick in 20 minute intervals. He could hardly believe that even though he felt like he was on guard this ti that he still managed to wash away so much ti so easily.
Still, there was a difference now. Leonel hadn't gotten lost due to so feeling of ti dilation, but rather due to the beauty of the Force Law Art.
Maybe only he would be able to say that such a complex system was beautiful, but this was truly how Leonel saw it. If he could one day create a craft so perfect… Just what level would it be at?
'So that's why Camlot uses Spiritual Wood as a dium… Ugh, Spiritual Wood is such a terrible na. Let's call it…. Mage Wood…. Wait, no, that's even worse. Let's throw out the Wood part entirely, it ruins everything…'
Leonel settled on the na Spiritual dium. Because, even after just 20 minutes of study, Leonel realized that this so-called Spiritual dium didn't have to be Wood at all.
The basic principle of Calot's spells was amplification.
When Leonel was first learning Light Elental Mage Arts, he was stunned by how simple they were. But, what he soon found out afterward was that the simple layered on itself to form more and more complex spell structures. The amplification of this layering was where the strength of powerful spells ca from.
A Spiritual dium took advantage of this foundational law of Calot's Mage Arts. During the conjuring of a spell, it amplified each one of the individual basic parts, thus making the whole more powerful.
Leonel realized right then that if he really wanted to heal his coach, maybe reforming a new healing spell wasn't necessary. If he could just find an excellent Spiritual dium, his strength could increase by ten tis without even learning a single new spell.
As for what could be used as a Spiritual dium, Leonel realized that anything with high Soul Force compatibility could work. The reason the trees Calot ford their wands out of worked so well was because they were a special breed capable of purifying regular Force. This made them good outlets for Soul Force which was essentially just that.
'I don't have any Spiritual diums powerful enough and I also don't want to carry around a wand…'
Maybe it was the teenage angst in him, but Leonel had no intention of running around like Gandalf.
From what Leonel could tell, the wand format was just a product of circumstance. Wood wasn't exactly the easiest material to work with and restricting the Spiritual Tree too much would cause it to lose its functions.
But, if Leonel picked a better Spiritual dium, then he could mold it into anything he liked.
Leonel nodded to himself. But for now, he didn't act on this thought.
The Spiritual dium he needed would have to be high grade within the Fourth Dinsion. Getting such a resource from this place would require strength. And that once again brought him back to a need to heal himself.
Leonel turned his attention back to the massive inner-workings of the Force Law Art again.
Just 20 minutes got him such a breakthrough. Though it seed aningless and quite tiny, one needed to consider how long it must have taken Calot to realize the benefits of a Spiritual dium.
There were many discoveries throughout history that seed trivial… Until they suddenly weren't.
…
Outside of Leonel's dorm room-like accommodations, the commotion was only growing.
A youth stood amidst many. His face was flushed red from exertion and his mouth opened so wide one could fit two fists into it.
He looked sowhat comical, but the booming voice that ca out as a result had already been shaking the freshman houses for several hours already.
"… COWARD OF THE FRESHMAN CLASS, CO SEEK YOUR PUNISHNT!"
All around this roaring youth, there was a group of what seed to be six. But considering the emblem on their neckwear, everyone knew that they were from Hero Peak.
"Hm, it seems that coward isn't enough of an insult for him. Start with Plan B.." One of the youths said plainly.
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