Dimensional Descent

Leonel sucked in a cold breath.

If Monet had managed to get close to Modred, this was either a good thing or a bad thing. Something like betraying Leonel and siding with the demons was impossible. After all, doing so would put Monet's life on the line as well. Unless... unless her Zone detection treasure made a mistake.

Leonel had already learned the hard way that such treasures tended to be unreliable. Had it not been for his luck until now, he probably would have fallen in a Zone already simply due to lack of information.

If Modred's detection treasure informed her that the main quest was to save King Arthur, this could be a good thing. However, if for whatever reason it was off in its assessment, then Monet might become an enemy Leonel had to fight against.

'... This might be a problem...'

Leonel looked through the rest of the opposing armies.. He immediately found the remaining three who had entered with him.

'Big Buddha... Little Nana... Violet Rain...?'

Leonel was stunned. Could it be that adorable little girl was all alone now? What happened to the rest of the Adurna family? Did they all really die?

Leonel knew that there was an escape ticket to leave Zones. However, he couldn't imagine that a family would leave their little sister behind like this. There had to be another explanation.

On the other side, the fact that only Monet, BIg Buddha and Violet Rain stood on the side of the demons likely meant the others were dead, including Badger's partner, Mayfly.

Leonel didn't know how to feel about this. Though he had no love lost to the Slayer Legion, Mayfly had been among the two who came to save him. Though he didn't really need such help at that time, sometimes the thought was as important as the action.Â

The two armies faced each other, the tension towering into the air.

King Arthur sat upon his horse with a stoic expression. A strong dignity scrunched his brows.

was completely unlike the enraged monarch he had been before. Rather, he had once more regained his bearing, facing off the enemies of

opposite side, Modred stood. Unlike King Arthur, her demeanor didn't hold any dignity. This wasn't to say that her momentum lost out, but

six of his originally twelve Knights, she was completely

"DRAW!"

blades. Their movements were as one, causing the sharp, metallic resonance

light to Modred's back suddenly shuddered, splitting in two and slowly

a daughter should never give a father. But, those who

can simply enter

breath of

need to fight? They had known nothing but battle for nearly the whole of this last month. Now, they finally met the enemy

could do nothing but watch as they basked in their own success. The worst part was that they knew they had no choice but to play along

jaw set, but he didn't flare up. His cold, blue eyes flashed with a hint of

army had been worn down during this travel. Entering the Gates in this condition would no doubt put them at a great disadvantage. Modred definitely knew this. There was no need for her to put

protect her back. This not only showed her disregard for Camelot, but also how little she cared

had to worry about the emotions of humans and protecting their lives, Modred didn't have to care for any of

sacrificed so much

swept a glance over the would-be battlefield, but he didn't find a hint of Leonel's shadow.

enter at the last moment and make sure you're

Leonel's side nodded. He was King Arthur's nephew, a Knight

to the complexities of Arthur and Lancelot's relationship, Arthur had no choice but to walk a fine line.

toward the Gate, he had already begun moving through the

steps would pause just when she

"Hm?"

brows arched, seemingly sensing