Dimensional Descent

Khaled felt his heart seize. Something told him that no matter what he did, it would be impossible to dodge out of the way of this strike.

The White Knight roared at the top of his lungs, unleashing all the Force he had. There was simply no point in keeping anything in reserve. What good was reserve strength if he was dead?

He didn't bother to pull out his glider. At this moment, he didn't want anything slowing his descent toward the ground. In fact, the faster he hit the ground, the better. As for whether he could survive such an impact, he would deal with just a single problem at a time.

BANG!

The sound barrier shattered. Roaring winds shot in every direction, clearing out a path for the released bolt. It felt for a moment as though it was cleaving the clouds with a single sword strike.

Khaled flipped a palm, causing a spear to appear.

He poured all of his Force into it, striking out with all the might he could muster as he fell from the skies.

At the same time, he kicked hard at the air, flipping himself upside down to careen toward the ground even faster.

He hoped that the fact he was falling in the same direction as the bolt along with the fact he was putting his all into stopping it would dampen the strength somewhat. But, reality was cruel.

Though he was correct in his assessment, the diminishment in strength was practically negligible.

Khaled's spear point met the bolt, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets under his strain. In that moment, he could swear that he had never put so much strength into a strike before. But…

continued forward as though cutting through air, blasting

White Knight Diore paled.

spun aimlessly in the air, sparkling droplets of crimson dancing around it. It looked as if a canon ball had taken a quarter of his body with it, trying its very best to reap his

moment, his spinning arm was sheered apart by the harsh winds left trailing the bolt. Had it not been for

looked on from above, nocking another

bolts. But, judging by their strength, Leonel understood why. With such devastating power, it was unlikely for any formation to survive the combination of the Predator Ravens' abilities and this crossbow assault. In

was fine. Since Khaled had given him such an opening, Leonel didn't believe

for the last time, watching

had swarmed once again, trying to obstruct Leonel's sight toward their commander. But, Leonel didn't flinch. If Khaled thought that he would lose sight because of this,

Beyond this, would the bolt really be stopped by just a few

the crossbow, he released the moment he began to exhale, his calm breathing contrasting with the

KWWAAA!!

through three Raven bodies in the blink of an eye, showering the skies in

air, trying to quicken his descent. Every time he did, he left concentric circles

Leonel's vision had been useless. In fact, using so many Ravens to block

but his expression remained the same as all others who had died

was a plain stare, the same one that told him he was nothing but a data point, the same one that

SHUUUU! BANG!

when the bolt shot through Khaled's chest. In fact, it