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

…

the skies in perfect formation. They were

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

first group formed an

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 double inverted 'V'

numerous triangular formations were flying through the air. They looked no different from jets shooting through the skies, all

trying to stop Leonel would have been useless. He was simply

would be Mordred's

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

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

tightly stapled to his skeleton. His stern expression

of City Lord White's

…

the skies, a simple [Light Refraction] array centered around him. The more he observed the coming tide of predatory birds, the more he

assault weapons on their backs, just the beasts alone were

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

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

touch upon the humans that managed to command these beasts and control

and he was just a single person facing almost 500. Any smart person would turn tail and

deep breaths, trying to calm

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

probably in chaos at this moment. Leonel could

upside down once,