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.

meters in that direction and 13 meters

Leonel shot

…

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

was one bird and following its wings there were three birds to each side for a

first group formed an inverted 'V'

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

'group' was actually just a single bird. This bird protected the commander to the back of this

though numerous triangular formations were flying through the air. They looked no different from jets

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

mind, Mordred was now a close friend of his. If Camelot fell, it would

of these numerous smaller formations, a man wearing black robes accented by white flexible armor stood atop a

clasped behind his back, his hair shaved down until only the smallest

his skin was tightly stapled to his

was one of City Lord White's

…

Refraction] array centered around him. The more he observed the coming tide of predatory birds, the more he realized he didn't stand

warriors and assault weapons on their backs, just

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

23rd century canons. By his estimations, they were weaker than 25th century

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

Dimension and he was just a single person facing almost

deep breaths, trying to

he closed off his senses. He heard

at this moment. Leonel could almost feel

lives had already been turned upside down once, but here it was