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.

running with everyone else, curiosity lighting his eyes. Despite the fact he had just seen a person die for

The precision of the Hargrove City archers seemed to be even beyond the elite snipers of Earth. They acted

were fighting to protect their home, the people of Terrain were

the archers gave them this very

individuals weren't among the madmen designated with A's and D's across their chests. There were no small number of C and B-grade Prisoners who lost their lives at

alright

secretary, Niya. For City Lord Hargrove, it was an elder man who seemed even older than the skinny, greying City Lord. This older man, dressed quite like a butler, was known as

answering immediately. In response, Salnas couldn't help

they're clearly very powerful, they've all lost their minds. How can we expect to control them? They

order to ensure that his actions wouldn't dampen the morale of the men, he controlled his voice so that only the City Lord could hear him. After all, every small advantage they

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

He felt as though a blade was suddenly firmly pressed against his back,

his frail old body

Yes, Young Heir Anared. I apologize, I've stepped out of

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. He simply lowered his head, trying to stop the trembling

child

whenever he pleased. But, logically, this young Heir who was nothing more than a little boy in Salnas' eyes should have still