Dimensional Descent

Aina felt her arms trembling on impact. She could see the indifferent eyes of the White City soldier through their crossed blades. However, despite the dull pain in her arms and the trembling of her knees, her gaze too remained unmoved.

Somewhere deep inside, she quite appreciated these soldiers of White City. Their emotionless, unquestionable resolve toward battle, as though they could forget about everything else other than the opponents before them… She too could resonate with this feeling.

While Leonel felt an excitement when he laid eyes on a battlefield, Aina felt a soothing calm. However, the raging blood in her veins told a completely different story.

Unfortunately, this battlefield was completely unlike the battles Aina had experienced in the Joan Zone or even against the Invalids and Braziner family members she faced alongside Leonel.

Whereas in those battles, she reaped lives as though they were weeds, on this battlefield she felt as though it was her own life that was constantly in danger. Even finding an opponent like this whom she was evenly matched with was a problem.

This wasn't because Aina was too weak, but rather because the soldiers of White City were simply too strong. Aina needed to exchange several moves to take down just a single one. And, since this was a battlefield and not a sanctioned duel, how could it possibly be that she would always be allowed a one on one battle?

Aina dug deep, a light shout parting her lips as she pressed her great sword forward.

An audible snap rang out. But, on such a large battlefield, the only two who likely heard it were Aina and the soldier before her.

Other than a light flash in his gaze, the soldier didn't show any other reaction to Aina's blade piercing through his shoulder and cutting down through his hip.

Aina took deep breath, her amber eyes shooting forward as though already looking for a new opponent. But, she quickly found that there were already none left.

sword out from the corpse before her. Unfortunately, ust this small action

her sword into the ground, her body almost unable to

'Heal…'

own thoughts, forcing her body to rapidly repair itself. The strain

others were paying attention, it would become very obvious that the restrictions Aina was under

vision was swimming, she suddenly felt an arm wrap around her shoulders.

a woman, almost a head taller than Aina. Even

"Are you alright?"

Aina nodded faintly.

more but

be… another

Is there a

what she could see, it was another victory. Though they had lost quite a number of knights and mages, it was still a victory nonetheless. Those that hadn't died had already long since retreated, so it was hard to tell what reason there could possibly

Camelot. Aside from maybe Leonel, it was doubtful that there

Mordred's brows furrowed tighter.

I thought it was more men from White City, but it seems like this isn't the case. If

of Perveaux Barony. Though it hadn't been expressly stated, their actions most definitely took a lot of pressure off of Camelot and allowed the Demon Empire to focus

that they'd leave their pincer position and come here. What purpose did they have for doing this? It can't be that they

of the troops were demons. As for King Arthur's armies, they were on the more northern

alliance, one couldn't just magically forget the past enmities between humans and demons. So, trying to fuse them