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.

is 57 meters in that direction and 13

that, Leonel shot

…

soared through the skies in perfect formation. They were split into groups of eleven. Each group of eleven was split into three

one bird and following its wings there were three birds to each side for a total of seven

formed an inverted

structure, but they were tucked within the larger outer structure. This inner structure was formed of smaller, swifter birds and there

bird protected the commander to the back of this

flying through the air. They looked no

only reason Aina didn't stop him wasn't because she wasn't worried, but rather because she 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, let alone the fact he was now doing so

fell, it would be Mordred's family

smaller formations, a man wearing black robes accented by white flexible armor stood atop a predator bird of his own. Unlike the others, he was the only one

hands clasped behind his back, his hair shaved

winds whipped against his face, but it was as though his skin was tightly

was one of City Lord

…

around him. The more he observed the

on their backs, just the beasts

polished spear. Their black feathers caused the light of the setting sun to rebound as though they were metal plates.

their backs contained much more power than 23rd century canons. By his estimations, they were weaker than 25th century technology, but marginally stronger than

to command

the Third Dimension and he was just a single person facing almost 500. Any smart person

trying

off his senses. He heard nothing, saw nothing, felt

probably in chaos at this moment. Leonel could almost feel

upside down once, but