Dimensional Descent

Leonel was instantly at a loss.

If he continued saving those buried beneath the rubble, many of whom were unconscious, he would be allowing this attack to continue on smoothly. But, if he moved to stop them now, it was very likely that many of those he could save would die.

'Dammit!' Leonel roared in his mind.

"Leonel."

"Huh?" Leonel snapped out of his own thoughts.

"Just point out where they are to me and I'll dig them out. I can't battle in the skies like you can."

Leonel opened his mouth to reply but wasn't exactly sure what to say.

It would definitely be more efficient for them to be saved by him. He could use his Earth Elemental affinity to simply carry them out. But, Aina would have to physically dig them out.

"Just leave it to me." Aina insisted. "More people will die than those buried down if they're allowed to go."

Leonel's hesitation was broken when he heard these words. She was right. If they managed to make it to one of the Baronies, hundreds would die.

"I…"

Aina pushed off, breaking out of Leonel's embrace and landing on the ground.

"They can't see me on the ground through all the dirt clouds. Stop worrying about me."

Leonel blinked and nodded.

in

that, Leonel shot into

…

the skies in perfect formation. They were split into groups of eleven. Each group

the helm, there was one bird and following

first group formed

outer structure. This inner structure was formed of smaller, swifter birds and

a single bird. This bird protected

end, from afar, it looked as though numerous triangular formations were flying through the air. They

knew that trying to stop Leonel would have been useless. He was simply too fond of doing stupid things to save people he didn't even know,

Mordred was now a close friend of his. If Camelot fell, it would be Mordred's family that suffered the most.

atop a predator bird of his own. Unlike the others, he was the only one on

stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his

his face, but it was as though his skin was tightly stapled to his skeleton. His stern expression never distorted,

of City Lord White's White Knights, Khaled

…

more he observed

ignoring the warriors and assault weapons on their backs, just

light of the setting sun to rebound as though they were metal plates. Their eyes were a bright shade of crimson that exuded a bloodthirsty

more power than 23rd century canons. By his estimations, they were weaker than 25th century technology, but marginally stronger than 24th. And, unlike Earth's technology, they weren't

of this even began to touch upon the humans that managed to command

single person facing almost

several deep breaths, trying to calm

his senses. He heard nothing, saw nothing,

was probably in chaos at this moment. Leonel could almost feel

upside down once, but here it