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!

experience now. Watching as a five meter tall and almost ten meter long wolf cross hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye… was definitely one of those

shadow seemed to swallow

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

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

them. He knew these men well, they were the same teammates he had shared a field with for so many years. One of them

ice guards

snapped

feet digging into the slippery ground as they tried

a line of

BANG!

the ground, causing it to quake. It didn't even spare a glance toward Milan and the others as it looked toward the

been broken. They struggled to stand, looking toward

With such strength, with such leaping ability, couldn't it have

watched everything from above,

"Close the gates!"

enough mercy. Even if his enemies wanted to use

As long as the optics were in his

only ones lagging behind were the running soldiers who had

close, those too far away felt a bout of despair while those who felt

even the most coordinated of men to slip and fall. And, where there was snow weighed down the legs

BANG!

now, only half the hundred troops that had come managed to make it back. As for those who were close, they banged on the

Gates were too think and too solid. Even if one stood on the opposite side, it would have been

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