Dimensional Descent

Screams. Blood. Carnage.

As many things as Leonel had seen in the past year, he still wasn't ready for this. The genocide modern technology wrought was far beyond his imagination.

With his senses, every instance of fear, every tear that was shed, every heart that ceased beating… It was all in his range to feel, see and grasp.

However, the Slayer Legion tanks continued to roll forward, the inner city of the Fort remained unmoved, the Invalids never stopped.

Leonel had already moved before he could even register his own thoughts. He faintly heard the voices of his teammates screaming for him to come back. What could a single man do against such an army? As powerful as he had become, it most definitely wasn't enough to cover the sky with a single hand. What could he possibly hope to accomplish?

But, he moved anyway.

That said… He didn't move alone. The little mink, seemingly sensing his agitation, jumped forward, skipping across the air.

Aina stood, her steps pausing for a moment.

"You all stay here. You're not strong enough."

Her words were simple and plain. Her gaze carried the same look she had when she took Conrad's life. A cold, silent indifference.

Leonel's teammates gripped their fists, but they didn't move in the end. They knew that Aina's words were true. If they moved now, they would only get in the way.

Wielding her great sword, Aina launched herself from the side of the collapsed building.

…

the

fired, every life his actions reaped seemed to make him more and more detached. Eventually, he felt like a bird observing things from the skies, a passerby in history that didn't have anything

his previous exertion, "The gap in the wall will only allow two tanks through at once. Should we pause the charge and

locked

steel alloy walls had collapsed on their destroyed foundations. It splintered down at that point, creating a semi-triangular passageway nearby where

already recovered and were pouring through that hole. Those that couldn't fit through took advantage

city was slowly becoming completely

through

Plan B2.

predict the result of their explosion, there were too many variables despite the fact they had simulated it many

in to open the Gates from the inside. By now, it should be impossible for The Empire's soldiers to still

orders were relayed

tank with catwoman rolled forward. They trampled over Invalids with impunity. It seemed that any Invalid below the A-grade wasn't even able to dodge their advances while those above that threat level couldn't even

he earned over the years were

dressed in her full leather suit as usual. Hearing Joseph's orders, she was already prepared to

will be opened within

military law. In her eyes, Joseph deserved to be Commander so

"Forward!"

someone would actually stand forward to stop them at this time. But, what they couldn't understand all the more was that

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

and a fleet of rolling tanks, his

the billowing smoke, the rising flames and the rushing blood, he stood out like

"STOP!"

person shouldn't have been so resounding. Yet, even beyond the sealed