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.'

away and pulled out his black bow and slipped on

kind Leonel hadn't felt before.

feared death. They still stormed the

warriors were

someone would be able to disrupt their plan before it

hadn't sensed Leonel's location like their captain had, they still traveled toward him dauntlessly, not

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

nocked his first arrow, his

'Little Blackstar.'

of a spinning black vortex, landing atop Leonel's head as though he had

thin film of dancing shadows, his goldish bronze hair dancing wildly

winds, dancing shadows that sounded

fingers on his exhale. As though his bow was a living entity extending from his own body, it followed his will, drawing a line from his

PCHU!

to dodge, the first glider was pierced through the skull, but the others continued flying forward as though they

arrow and fired again. Then a third. Then

sent out over a dozen arrows and reaped

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

flinched, not a single one thought

simply too many. There had only been around 500 predator birds, but

many without giving them ability to retaliate would have caused them to stagger

their future. To their backs wasn't