Dimensional Descent

Aina was like a lone blazing star. Despite being alone and surrounded, there seemed to be a perpetual five meter radius around her that no one could keep their life within.

From afar, it seemed like the Englishmen army had split into three. A single group of archers focusing their might toward Leonel, another attacking the Frenchmen, and the final entirely focused on this small woman with a weapon twice the size of her body.

However, though Aina seemed invincible, Leonel could see her body heat increasing at an unhealthy pace.

'Her stamina is running low…'

Leonel's frown deepened. It had been less than 30 minutes since the battle began, but just how long could a normal human fight under such conditions? Even with her being far beyond a normal human, the load she was facing was severalfold greater as well.

"Aina! Retreat!"

Leonel shouted once more, putting everything he had into his voice. However, this time, the blaring horns of retreat sounded over him, covering his shouts completely.

"No! Not now!"

Just minutes ago, there was nothing Leonel could have wanted more. But now Aina had traveled too deeply into their territory.

Leonel's arm cocked back and launched forward another crude spear.

With a sharp clang, it rebounded and shattered off of Aina's massive ax blade.

Aina's head finally snapped backward. But Leonel never got to register just what her expression was. All he could see was the fierce golden glow of her eyes, hiding a flickering redness that seemed to be the depths of a hellish flame.

only a single thing Leonel could grasp through the almost hundred meters that separated them. Her eyes

had seen them like this once before. That day she killed Conrad and stared him down as though she wanted him to witness every moment. He had been too stunned to register just what she was trying to convey to him back

wanted to be left

from Aina's frail body as her killing speed

[Aina Brazinger]

0.99; Coordination: 1.00; Stamina: 0.10; Reactions: 1.00;

stats like this. Even the adjusted stats of the metal Invalid

was her stamina. It hadn't gone up. In fact, it had plummeted

the blaring

sweep outward. Instead, it attached to the blade of the ax, extending its range from almost three meters

a larger battle ax, borrowing its power to reap lives. Just the first swing took 20 Englishmen from the world. The

in fear, but Leonel's anxiety only

half the Englishmen destined to die with a new lease on life. It wasn't only this,

stood a wall of Englishmen. To her back, the retreating

didn't even register what he was doing before he found himself falling through the air, having jumped over

'Something is wrong …'

flash, Leonel had already burst through the line of Frenchmen who had chosen not to chase. The Englishmen still had more than 16 000 of their original number. It was nothing short of foolish to pursue them with their now

these weren't things Leonel had the mind to

out of

her! Kill Joan of