Dimensional Descent

BANG! BANG!

The grenade erupted, blasting bits and pieces of dirt, hot air and shrapnel in every direction.

A massive cloud of white shot up from the core of the explosion. But, before anyone could even sigh a breath of relief, an ice guard shot out from the dust cloud, gliding across ice of its own creation like a silent assassin.

'Shit.'

Joel brandished his halberd, the trigger of his rifle echoing a hollow click.

He tossed the useless gun to the side, gathering his courage as his hands gripped his weapon's polearm.

Milan pulled a heavy shield from his back, slamming it hard against the iced grounds and standing shoulder to shoulder to Raj.

Raj moved to bite off another grenade's pin, only to see the remaining 11 ice guards shoot out from the cloud of smoke. What was the point? The grenades were useless anyway…

"ROOOOOOARRR!!"

Another roar shook the battlefield.

The Variant Invalid stalked forward. By this point, the engineers had only just reached the gate once again. As for the troops who could only move on foot, they were still over 50 meters away. Unfortunately, in these conditions, many of them were having trouble finding stable ground to stand on.

The white wolf crouched, its powerful limbs shattering the ice beneath its feet.

BANG!

that they could experience now. Watching as a five

seemed

toward their shields.

moment, they heard a rain of bullets coming from their back, only to look and find that at least a dozen of the almost hundred troops they had led the vanguard with hadn't retreated and were now shooting toward

men well, they were the same teammates he had shared a field with for so many years. One of them was even a rookie of barely 15 years old. However, he didn't even

ice guards

with his halberd, only to find it snapped in two before he

feet digging into the slippery ground

to form a line of defense, they were

BANG!

It didn't even spare a glance toward Milan and the others as

had been broken. They struggled to stand, looking toward the ice guards and white wolf with a hint of fear in their

couldn't it have claimed the

from above, his jaw

"Close the gates!"

harsh words grated on the ears, but it was clear by now that Miles had shown enough mercy. Even if his

cared about. As long as the optics were in his favor,

now, the trucks had already crossed through the Gates. The only ones lagging

far away felt a bout of despair while those who felt they still had

no snow was too easy for even the most coordinated of men to slip and fall. And, where there was snow weighed down the legs of those trying to

BANG!

had come managed to make it back. As for those who were close, they banged on the steely gates with despair ringing from

and too solid. Even if one stood on the

to stop them.