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!

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

shadow seemed to swallow the

looked toward their shields. Then, they

of the almost hundred troops they had led the vanguard with hadn't retreated and

men well, they were the same teammates he had shared a field with for so many years. One of them was even a rookie

the ice guards had reached

snapped in two before he could even complete his

into the slippery ground as they tried to give Joel

as quickly as they tried to form a line of defense,

BANG!

that instant, the Variant Invalid wolf landed on the ground, causing it to quake. It didn't even spare a glance toward Milan and

body had been broken. They struggled to

play orchestrated by the white wolf. With such strength, with such leaping ability, couldn't it have claimed

from above,

"Close the gates!"

mercy. Even

long as the optics were in his favor,

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

watched the Gate slowly close, those too far away felt a bout of despair while those who felt they still had a chance pushed their bodies to the limits, driving

the most coordinated of men to slip and fall. And, where there

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

if one

stop them. It raised its head haughtily, emitting the