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.'

his horn away and pulled out his black bow and slipped

Leonel hadn't felt before. In all his life, he had never faced

still feared death. They still stormed the battlefields,

were different,

guessed that someone would be able to disrupt their plan before it

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

men who threw their life away to protect their country in the face of an enemy they knew was impossible

his first arrow, his aura

'Little Blackstar.'

mink popped into existence out of a spinning black vortex, landing atop Leonel's head as though he had

dancing shadows, his goldish bronze hair dancing wildly beneath his

that sounded like blades gliding across

a living entity extending from his own body, it followed his

PCHU!

pierced through the skull, but the others continued flying forward as though they hadn't sensed a

brought out a second arrow and fired again. Then a

had already sent out over a dozen arrows and reaped a

it all clearly. His senses were impossibly sharp, how

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

500 predator birds, but each had two

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

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