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

shadow seemed to

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

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 the massive wolf in

these men well, they were the same teammates he had shared a field with for so

ice guards

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

feet digging into the slippery ground as they tried to give Joel some

they tried to form a line of defense,

BANG!

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

feeling as though all the bones in their body had been broken. They struggled to stand, looking toward the ice guards

as though this was all 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 of

everything from

"Close the gates!"

Miles had shown enough mercy. Even if his enemies wanted to use this to point out his weaknesses, he had plenty of evidence

the optics were in his favor, that

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

despair while those who felt they still had a chance pushed their bodies to the limits, driving themselves forward as fast

easy for even the most coordinated of men to

BANG!

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

resounded like dull thuds. The Gates were too think and too solid. Even if one stood

to stop them. It raised its head haughtily,