Dimensional Descent

Jessica's four-armed ape fell heavily to the ground, causing the battlefield to quake.

As though it was a cue, the stalemate broke. A barrage of attacks descended from all sides. If one was looking from afar, it would be hard to imagine that such a commotion was being caused for the sake of one young girl who had long since lost the ability to move.

Aina's situation only seemed to grow worse by the moment. Whereas before the foul black blood only shot from her mouth when she coughed, now, even when she was only gasping for breath, it blocked her air ways, causing her to subconsciously grasp at her throat even in her unconscious state.

The grotesque scars traveled down her neck, swallowing it in swelling that made one's heart churn. It felt like the curse was venting its hatred for having been humiliated, lashing out with a fervor it never had before.

Aina's current mind was in turmoil. All she could feel was pain.

Her every heartbeat felt as though the walls of her chest were pressing against a cage. It took so much effort just to circulate her blood once around her body, and with every passing moment, it only seemed to become more difficult.

As though this wasn't bad enough, the blood she was circulating seemed contaminated. It ate away at her flesh, devouring her bones, and dug into her soul. It seemed that it wouldn't be satisfied until it took away everything she had left.

Aina was completely unaware of her surroundings, completely unaware that so many were fighting for and against her sake, all she knew was pain and darkness. It was the kind of pain that made one rather end it all than suffer for another second…

Noah and King Arthur clashed once again, their blades bending and whining beneath their strength.

Arthur didn't

go all out against. He had reached the limits of Camelot a long time ago, so long ago, in fact,

he fought against Noah, the

responded in kind. Every improvement Arthur made, Noah seemed to match, whether it be in talent or him having held back from the

that Arthur was the key to taking Camelot under their wing with ease. If he died, then everything would become far more difficult. It would be much easier if they could

Aina poised, Camelot was worth far less. At least… That was

looks like… I have to get serious.'

moment, Noah's body shrunk down explosively, dodging out of the way of Arthur's last

and bone shot up. It began to reflect like diamond beneath the high

steps shook the earth with more

strike head on. It was simply too heavy. It wouldn't be a surprise if he ended up just as injured

back

was being real with himself, he too held back. How could he not? How could they possibly fight wholeheartedly by the side of an army they thought was

that it was clear that Noah and Jessica had held back far

out several more marbles in Mordred's direction, each morphing into

silver lion, and finally a

that was suddenly applied to both Arthur and his daughter multiplied several times over. At the same time, the number of enemies Guinevere needed to face rose. There was simply no one of Camelot outside a few Knights and Mages that were worthy of fighting in a