Dimensional Descent

The battlefield was suddenly thrust into an unseemly situation.

Camelot and the Demon Empire faced off against The Empire, but now there was White City who had suddenly inserted themselves into the mix.

Arthur, Mordred and Noah could immediately tell with absolute certainty that this army of White City's was much different than it had been in the past. Its aura was more oppressive, its momentum much more frightening, and the commander at its helm was on a completely different level.

Noah's sharp gaze swept toward City Lord White's direction. They were still over a kilometer away, but by the time they broke out into a charge, it wouldn't even take a few minutes for them to cross over the final distance.

"Meralda!"

"Yes, Empress?"

The moment Mordred called out, a succubus demon stepped forward.

"Take Aina to the back line. Take some help with you to carry her things."

Meralda blinked in slight confusion. Did she really need help for this?

But, her expression changed when Mordred passed over Aina's unconscious body.

Succubi were known for their strong Spirit Pressure. But, as demons, they also had bodies stronger than the average human knight. And, Meralda in particular, was a hand picked protector for the Demon Empress, so it wouldn't be a surprise if she was many times stronger than the average succubus. Yet, even she nearly collapsed.

Without a choice, Meralda listened to her Empress' words and quickly shuttled Aina away with the help of several others.

Aina's breathing continued to grow more erratic, her body becoming almost scolding to the touch. Despite the fact the temperature of Camelot was quite mild, her body billowed with steam as though she might erupt at any moment.

Meralda wasn't sure what she could do about this. She wasn't a healer. All she could do was move Aina to the backline and hope the medical professionals could do something for her.

say a word. This already wasn't a situation

Arthur's gaze narrowed.

maneuver and shift their vanguard around, but doing such a thing was easier

of a long, hard fought battle. The battlefield

completely unlike White City's previous pattern. Usually they would only levy one attack a day. It was clear

so men and women. The bad news, however, was that not only were all their ground units riding mounts, but they also

Empire and The Empire numbered almost 3000. But, White City wasn't made up of

no way White City didn't have forward scouts, and, as such, it was equally impossible that they wouldn't already be aware of

unsheathed his sword, causing a shimmering blade

"KNIGHTS! ON ME!"

roar shook

'[Holy Road]!'

as he rocketed forward, a road of golden

into the no-man's land between Camelot's armies and

than words ever could. If The Empire still chose

gaze slowly shifting toward Mordred. But, it seemed as though Mordred didn't have any intention of taking the same actions as her

silent as though he couldn't feel the rumbling ground and the growing oppressive

shifted directions, cutting an angle across the battlefield and

call. They

"Empress!"

shifted her gaze away, looking toward Meralda

is it? Is the little

yes. I've already passed her along

what is the

is also attacking for Perveaux Barony as well. I just