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…

forward as though cutting through air, blasting a bloody hole so large in his shoulder that it took his arm along with

White Knight Diore paled.

of crimson dancing around it. It looked as if a canon ball had taken a quarter of his body with it, trying its

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

on from above, nocking another

senses swept over it all. It seemed that every crossbow had only been outfitted with three 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'

him such an opening, Leonel didn't believe

time, watching the White

Predator Ravens 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, he was

been completely locked onto Khaled. Beyond this, would the bolt really be stopped by just

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

KWWAAA!!

in the blink of an eye, showering the

to quicken his descent. Every time he did,

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

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

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

SHUUUU! BANG!

it seemed as though the bolt had only flown through another