Dimensional Descent

Damian and Joseph looked back in horror, their eyes widening in shock. What should have been a frail young woman suddenly became a monster in their eyes. There was nothing about her innocent expression that left them with any sort of ease any longer.

The amount of torque you would need to twist a human's head off, let alone from such an odd position, was enough to make them shiver down to their cores. This young woman looked no different from any other in her early 20's. Yet, the strength she displayed was beyond the realms of reason.

"Keep running!" Joseph barked.

The young woman continued to observe the running group, her breathing hiccupping into a bubbling giggle every so often. It was as though she had overexerted her body, but her brain had yet to register the fact. It short-circuited, trying to decide whether she should prioritise laughing or breathing deeply.

Damian and the others entered a state of high alert.

It was at that moment that the guards began to flood out of the cracked walls one after another, some quickly catching up to some of the prisoners who hadn't spent their time escaping but rather on other matters.

But, it was then that the first arrows were released. It was so swift that it didn't even make a single sound beneath the chorus of excited roars and insane laughter.

A guard who had just snapped the arm of a prisoner while twisting their limb back suddenly found a bloody hole between their brows.

The prisoner blinked with curiosity, crimson splattering all over his face. His tongue whipped out, tagging the corner of his lip.

with everyone else,

precision of the Hargrove City archers seemed to be even beyond the elite snipers of Earth. They acted as though in tacit agreement, not wasting a

were fighting to protect their home, the people of Terrain were fighting for their futures. Not just their own futures, but that of their families and loved ones. Losing… Was not an

efficiency of the archers gave them this very confidence to the

their chests. There were no small number of C and B-grade Prisoners who

Lord, is it really alright

Niya. For City Lord Hargrove, it was an elder man who seemed even older than the skinny, greying City Lord.

situation, not answering immediately. In response,

why Earth decided to lock many of them away. Though they're clearly very powerful, they've all lost their minds. How can we expect to control them? They might end up being

City Lord could hear him. After all, every small

think it's best you don't ask for answers to

felt as though a blade was suddenly firmly pressed against his back, prepared to take his life at the slightest sign

frail old

I apologize,

struggled to speak through gritted teeth, the beating of his heart growing erratic. Even to now, he didn't dare to turn around to face Anared who had most definitely appeared behind him.

did this child

nothing