Dimensional Descent

Aina stood amid a pile of corpses, her slender neck tilted. The slight hints of crimson that dripped from her smooth lips shook the soul, her every action mesmerizing to the extreme.

It was hard for those who witnessed everything from start to finish to reconcile with what had just happened. In one moment, they had been deep within a pit of their own despair. But in the next, the enemies that had had control over their lives were suddenly all dead.

When Aina began to battle City Lord White, it became very obvious very quickly that the latter was completely unable to display her true power. Without a choice, the five White Knights of course forced their way toward their battle, only for them to become lambs to the slaughter.

Whatever hopes White City had to win this war were dashed. As the life drained from their City Lord, they all became aware that there was no longer a path for them to survive.

Aina's body pulsed with an unimaginable amount of power. Her skin flushed with a healthy red hue, a light sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips.

Just the sound alone made those who heard it feel their bones go soft. The way it delicately vibrated their ears made them feel as though all their inhibitions were being knocked down one after another. If she told them to jump to their death at this very moment, not a single one of them would hesitate.

In the skies, Mordred watched this with a slight frown, doing her best to keep control of her mind. Even she had to admit that she had never been so attracted by a woman before. It was taking all of her will not to bow down and kiss at Aina's feet.

'Is this the monster? Why is it so different from last time…?'

Mordred, unlike the others, knew that there would be times where Aina lost her rational mind. It wasn't that she became a different person, it was the very same Aina. It was just that in this state, she no longer filtered her actions. She did as she pleased, when she pleased.

then, Aina dove into a sea of Englishmen without regard for anything. It seemed that her

see the truth. He saw that she was bordering on fatigue and that her body might collapse at

assumed it had been related to Aina's Lineage Factor. After all, back

blood had to be related to her Lineage Factor. And, since a Lineage Factor originated from one's family and considering the fact Leonel knew how much Aina hated her own, he never pressed

hadn't been so simple

from the last. It could be because of City Lord White's appearance or it

was,

such a state was absurdly powerful. Though City Lord White seemed to have been suppressed by her presence, she was still a Tier 7 existence. Not only that,

Aina had treated her like

second thing Mordred was certain

sound of a heartbeat resounded through

clarity. Her eyes, which had been an emotionless, abyssal pit, flashed with hints of pain. A heavy air

of foul black blood. The cursed leaches which had not long ago disappeared into

worse than even what City Lord

veins all across her body blackened one after another, her face swelling to the

its original size. But, this time, whereas the scars had only been across her

eyes rolling back

foul black blood leaking from her