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.

57 meters in that

shot

…

perfect formation. They were split into groups of eleven. Each group of eleven was

the outer structure of the formation. At the helm, there was one bird and following its wings there were

first group formed an inverted

second group was likewise in a 'V' structure, but they were tucked within the larger outer structure. This inner

protected the commander to the back

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

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 to protect those he

was now a close friend of his. If Camelot fell, it would be Mordred's family that suffered the most. How

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 on the

stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his hair shaved

skin was tightly stapled to his skeleton.

of City Lord

…

The more he observed the coming tide of predatory birds,

on their backs, just the beasts alone

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

than 23rd century canons. By his estimations, they were weaker than 25th century technology, but marginally stronger than 24th. And, unlike Earth's technology, they weren't

even began to touch upon the humans that managed to command these beasts and

Third Dimension and he was just a single person facing almost

deep breaths, trying to calm

senses. He heard nothing,

in chaos at this moment. Leonel

had already been turned upside down once, but