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 into

…

They were split into groups of eleven. Each group of eleven

helm, there was one bird and following its wings there were three birds to each side for a total of seven forming this

formed an inverted 'V'

second group was likewise in a 'V' structure, but they were tucked within the larger outer structure. This inner structure was formed of smaller, swifter birds and

bird. This bird protected the commander to the back of this double inverted

formations were flying through the air. They looked no different from jets shooting through the skies, all of them exuding a

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

friend of his. If Camelot fell, it would be Mordred's family that

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

behind his back, his hair shaved down until only

was as though his skin was tightly stapled to his

one of City Lord

…

he observed the coming tide of

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

Their black feathers caused the 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 light as

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

touch upon the humans that managed to command these beasts

a single person

several deep breaths, trying to

closed off his senses. He heard nothing,

at this moment. Leonel

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