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.

being taken away, but they didn't say a word. This already wasn't a situation where they could continue to push their

Arthur's gaze narrowed.

facing Noah's. To face City Lord White, they would have to maneuver and shift their vanguard around, but doing such a thing was easier said than done. At the very least, Camelot didn't have such good military structure. In such a situation, even a well disciplined army would

all just come out of a long, hard fought battle. The battlefield itself hadn't even

one attack a day. It was clear in hindsight now that they had done this on

news, however, was that not only were all their

The Empire numbered almost 3000. But,

White City didn't have forward scouts, and, as such, it was equally impossible that they wouldn't already be aware of The Empire's presence. Yet, they chose

a shimmering blade

"KNIGHTS! ON ME!"

roar shook the

'[Holy Road]!'

The land beneath his feet cracked as he rocketed forward, a road of golden light following him as

leap, he crossed into the no-man's land between Camelot's armies

The Empire still chose to attack them in situation,

toward Mordred. But, it seemed as though Mordred didn't have any intention

he couldn't feel

a word, his slow charge toward Mordred shifted directions, cutting an angle across the battlefield and

the Round Table reacted to Arthur's call. They had to give the demon army and Camelot's army enough

"Empress!"

her gaze away, looking toward Meralda who

is it? Is the

already passed her

what is

I." Meralda sighed. "White City is also attacking for Perveaux Barony as well. I just received a voice transmission report, we're