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 his bowman

before. In all his

feared death. They still stormed the battlefields, but they weren't a single unit, forged together by blood

warriors were different,

to have guessed that someone would be able to disrupt their plan before it even truly began. Yet,

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

felt like he was back on those French battlefields, facing those mortal men who threw their life away to protect their country in the face of an enemy they knew was impossible to defeat. It was on that battlefield

first arrow, his aura

'Little Blackstar.'

spinning black

was coated in a thin film of dancing shadows, his goldish bronze hair dancing wildly beneath his

sharpening winds, dancing shadows that sounded like blades

and released his fingers on his exhale. As though his bow was a living entity extending

PCHU!

the first glider was pierced through the skull, but the others continued flying forward

fired again. Then a third. Then

already sent out over a

senses were impossibly

a single one thought

around 500 predator birds, but each had two riders, making the gliders in the sky

have caused them to stagger and run. But, this army

mere wealth, this was about their lives, their future. To their backs wasn't a mere