Don't You Think...
Lady Emberheart looked up with shaky eyes, her heart trembling.
The dichotomy between the casualness of Leonel's style of dress and the aura he was exuding was simply too much. She had never felt so inferior in her entire life.
The crown solidified on Leonel's head and a pulse of light rippled to the outside world.
Lady Emberheart trembled again.
He had actually succeeded.
A Dharma should have been in the shape of a human. Or, more accurately, it should have been in the shape of the Race that created it. This was the simplest sort of manifestation to form because it was just a projection of oneself.
Idols, however, could take many forms. They could be a humanoid, but they could also be weapons or things of the like.
Leonel's King Force Dharma was in the shape of a crown, very clearly the shape that it would have taken had it continued to become an Idol.
However, Leonel had forced it into the state of a Dharma.