Dimensional Descent

Aliard and those with him wanted to charge toward Leonel, but they were hesitant to do so. Though they had previously looked down on Leonel, this didn't mean that they thought they could defeat Leonel in a few exchanges. They knew that they would have to at least put forward a small effort.

The root cause of their confidence was their larger number of quality experts. Whether it was Peirce, Margrave or Aliard, they could all battle King Arthur and had better than 50% odds in defeating him. This was without even counting any other trump cards they may or may not have.

However, if they charged for Leonel now, they would become embroiled in battle. By then, the beast tide would definitely be upon them. They weren't naïve enough to believe that Leonel would summon these beasts without the ability to control them and they could see that it was most likely related to the golden rod in his hands.

At that point, they would have to battle not only Leonel, but an endless swarm of beasts.

Could it be that they would really fall just like this?

Aliard stood opposing the growing group by Leonel's side. Just moments ago, one could have never expected to see such a sight. Not only were there humans by Leonel's side, but even the #1 Demon Lord, Crakos and a few others of his side had converged.

These demons had fully expected Leonel to reject them, yet he said nothing.

When the beast tide reached them, the immediate area around Leonel became a safe haven. As though the land around them was sacred to the point even mindless beasts didn't dare to step on it, the swarm took a curved path around them charging toward the group of three men.

Pope Margrave, Peirce and Aliard stood in an inverted triangle position, protecting Aliard to their backs. Solemn expressions coated each one of their faces.

Individually, these beasts were nothing to them. But when they came in swarms like this, just how long would they be able to last?

But they had to. Their goal had been planned out for too long. If they failed here, the consequences would be unimaginable. They couldn't afford to bear them.

Peirce twin blades were like twin scythes, leaving blurred images beneath the rain as trails of crimson blood followed their every movement.

Pope Margrave held his cross to his chest, chanting solemnly with his eyes fluttering close. A barrier of light enveloped Peirce and Aliard, replenishing their stamina with each passing moment.

veins popping across his forehead. Every time a surge of Spirit Pressure came from him, another beast seemed to be ripped from Leonel's control, crashing into the others and starting a battle to

He didn't care about Aliard wresting control from him. In fact, Leonel hardly resisted against it. Without a medium like the golden staff, it took Aliard far more effort and stamina to succeed. Leonel was happy to let him do it, it only meant that this battle would end all

his stamina would run out first. But... was there such a good thing in the world? Unless he

...

battle of Camelot was raging, Leonel didn't have the mind to care for two

figure out just why it was the dictionary hadn't answered his question and

time, Earth

easily taken for granted. However, the truth was that it was responsible for some of the most important constants of Earth. It could influence the atmosphere, the tides and even Earth's tilt and rotation. A slight change to any of these

this was true... what would happen if a second moon suddenly began to form? What would happen

was happening now. Camelot hadn't even fully formed yet,

were the tides. On some coasts, it completely receded. On others, it

and cold winds to form through the atmosphere. The clashing of

Earth from space, one would usually find a beautiful blue and green planet that looked somewhat like a polished marble. However, if one looked now, it was almost impossible to see any land at all. Massive white clouds formed large swirling patterns across the skies, masking the

massive changes to climate should have occurred over centuries, millennia, even. Yet,

been focused on clearing out as many Invalids and Zones as possible, all so that a normal society could be rebuilt. But,

Emperor Fawkes stood within Earth's central palace. His hands were clasped behind his back,

sooner than he anticipated. But, he wasn't sure of what this could mean for the future of Earth. They weren't ready for such a change just

...

if he did, there was nothing he could do

into a corner and seemingly so easily, at that, he still couldn't feel at

to how powerful those of higher Dimensions could send here. With them being restricted in strength, it shouldn't be shocking that they'd

still, Leonel couldn't shake off the feeling no matter how hard he

Leonel didn't seem to react to this change. In fact, even Arthur and Mordred who were both elites among elites didn't

was this person exceptionally good at hiding their intentions, but they had been standing near