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…

spear point splintered apart like dried weed. The bolt continued forward as though cutting through air, blasting a bloody hole so large

White Knight Diore paled.

spun aimlessly in the air, sparkling droplets of crimson dancing around it. It looked as if a

the bolt. Had it not been for the Force Khaled had protecting his body, his head might

from above, nocking

the combination of

such an opening, Leonel didn't believe he

time,

sight toward their commander. But, Leonel didn't flinch.

to finish, Leonel's Internal Sight had been completely locked onto Khaled. Beyond this, would the bolt really be stopped by just

breath. As though he was syncing with the crossbow, he released the moment he began to exhale, his calm breathing contrasting with the

KWWAAA!!

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

heart. He continuously kicked the air, trying to quicken his descent. Every time he did,

fast. He realized at that point that obstructing Leonel's vision had been useless. In fact, using so many Ravens to block

Khaled's heart, but his expression remained the same as all others who had died to Leonel's hand on

murderer, his gaze locking onto Leonel's. All he received in return was a plain stare, the same one that told him he was nothing but a data point, the same one that didn't seem to care for who

SHUUUU! BANG!

chest. In fact, it seemed as though the bolt had only flown through