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!

many sights the common people could have never dreamed of seeing in the past that they could experience now. Watching as a five meter tall and almost ten meter

seemed to swallow the

hands while Milan and Raj looked toward their shields. Then, they looked toward one another, bitter

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

shared a field with for so many years. One of them was even a rookie of barely 15 years old. However, he

ice guards had

stabbed out with his halberd, only to find it snapped in two before he could even complete his

stood as shields before him, their feet digging into the slippery ground as

they tried to form a line

BANG!

spare a glance toward Milan and the others as it looked toward the wall, a toothy, sinister, snarling

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

couldn't it have claimed the Fort for itself long ago…? Why did it wait until now…? They simply

from

"Close the gates!"

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

long as the

crossed through the Gates. The only ones lagging behind were the running soldiers who had had to retreat by

watched the Gate slowly close, those too far away felt a bout of despair while those who felt they

in terrible condition. Where there was 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 escape, easily

BANG!

back. As for those who were close, they banged on the steely gates with despair ringing

Gates were too think and too solid. Even if one stood on the opposite

watched without even attempting to stop them. It raised