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

Leonel shot

…

through the skies in perfect formation. They were split into groups of

the formation. At the helm, there was one bird and following its wings there were three birds to each side for a

formed an

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

This bird protected the commander to the back

through the air. They looked no different from jets shooting through the skies, all

been far beyond Leonel's means to deal with. The 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

If Camelot fell, it would be Mordred's family that suffered the most. How could he allow

stood atop a predator bird of his own. Unlike the others, he was

with his hands clasped behind his back, his hair shaved

though his skin was tightly stapled to his skeleton. His stern expression never distorted,

was one of City Lord White's

…

The more he observed the coming tide of predatory birds, the more he realized he

warriors and assault weapons on their backs, just the beasts alone were beyond anything Leonel

beaks that glistened like the blades of a polished spear. Their black feathers caused the light of the setting sun to rebound as though they were metal plates. Their

estimations, they were weaker than 25th century technology, but marginally stronger than 24th. And, unlike Earth's

touch upon the humans that managed to command these beasts and control these machines. Leonel was simply in over

a single person facing almost 500. Any

deep breaths, trying to

moment, he closed off his senses. He heard nothing,

was probably in chaos at this moment. Leonel

turned upside down