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!

dreamed of seeing in the past that they could experience now. Watching as a five meter

seemed

looked at the halberd in his hands while Milan and Raj looked toward their shields. Then, they looked toward one another,

bullets coming from their back, only to look and find that at least a dozen of the almost

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

front, the ice guards had reached

to find it snapped in two before he could even complete his

before him, their feet digging into the slippery ground as they tried to give Joel

line of

BANG!

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

coughed violently, feeling as 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 fear

a play orchestrated by the white wolf. With such strength, with such leaping ability, couldn't it have claimed the Fort for itself long ago…? Why did it wait until now…? They simply didn't have anyone capable

watched everything from

"Close the gates!"

by now that Miles had shown enough mercy. Even if his enemies wanted to use this to

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

the trucks had already crossed through the Gates. The only ones lagging behind were the running soldiers who

felt a bout of despair while those who felt they still had a chance pushed

was too easy for even the most coordinated of men to slip and fall.

BANG!

Gates slammed shut. By now, only half the hundred troops that had come managed to make it back. As for those who were close, they banged on the steely gates with despair

resounded like dull thuds. The Gates were too think and too solid. Even if one stood on the opposite side,

white wolf watched without even attempting to stop them. It raised its head haughtily, emitting