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.

increased size, Arthur didn't back down

go all out against. He had reached the limits of Camelot a

fought against Noah, the faster and swifter he seemed to

match, whether

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

poised, Camelot was worth far less. At least… That was what Noah thought until he began to fight Arthur

looks like… I have

dodging out of the way of Arthur's

density of Noah's skin and bone shot up. It began to reflect like diamond beneath

Noah's steps shook the

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

held back all this

but there was nothing he could do about it. If he was being real with himself, he too held back. How could he not? How

Noah and Jessica had held back far more than Arthur and his men

more marbles in Mordred's direction, each morphing into a large predator

falcon, a silver lion, and finally a

the number of enemies Guinevere needed to face rose. There was simply no one of Camelot outside a few Knights