Dimensional Descent

The blaring sound of a horn tore across the skies.

The perfect formation of predator birds was instantly shaken. Their riders, which had spent years learning how to tame these wild beasts, were suddenly at a loss. It felt as though they were riding bucking bulls.

White Knight Diore's gaze sharpened. Despite the while reaction of his predatory bird was equally as wild, his feet remained attached as though they had been sown together.

'This noise.'

Khaled locked onto a particular direction. Even though his eyes saw nothing in that spot, he trusted his senses. There was most definitely an enemy right there.

Leonel felt the White Knight's aura lock onto him. The feeling was like being gripped by the hands of death.

He knew from the very beginning that [Light Refraction] wasn't infallible. But, it only made it worse now that he was funneling the abilities of this horn right toward the flock of birds. Even if the sight of him didn't give him away, the direction in which the blaring horn was coming from most definitely did.

But, Leonel didn't stop blowing. From behind his [Light Refraction] spell, he locked eyes with Khaled, his blood boiling.

The White Knight stomped down hard on his predator bird, sending a violent shock through its body and waking it up.

By now, the perfect formation had devolved into a wild flock of birds flying in every which direction. In fact, out of their control, many on the backs of these predator birds fell from their backs.

Without a choice, they pulled out an inconspicuous short pole from their harnesses. With a few clicks, they became gliders.

Watching so many fall from the skies, Leonel sighed a breath of relief, thinking they would have no choice but to return to White City. But, to his astonishment, as though they were assigned a life and death mission, these gliders continued forward toward their original destinations, not gazing back toward White City even once.

Leonel's heart froze over. This was the first time he truly felt the resolve of these warriors.

'Dammit.'

out his black bow and slipped on

before. In all his life, he had never

death. They still stormed the battlefields, but they weren't

warriors were different,

able to disrupt their plan before it even truly began. Yet, they reacted as

location like their captain had, they still traveled toward him dauntlessly, not a single one of them cowering

on those French battlefields, facing those mortal men who threw their life away to protect their country in the face of an

first arrow, his

'Little Blackstar.'

little mink popped into existence out of a spinning black

in a thin film of dancing shadows, his goldish

that sounded like

a deep breath and released his fingers on his exhale. As though his bow was a living entity extending from his own body, it

PCHU!

to dodge, the first glider was pierced through the skull, but

and fired again.

sent out over a dozen arrows

see it all clearly. His senses were impossibly sharp, how

who lived flinched, not a single one thought of turning back, not a single

predator birds, but each had two riders, making

ability to retaliate would have caused them to stagger and run. But, this army didn't seem

to conquer for mere wealth, this was about their lives, their future. To their backs wasn't a mere city, it was one