Dimensional Descent

The situation at The Capital only seemed to be growing worse. With the exception of Noah and Tyrron, the fighting prowess of the Eartherners seemed to have hit rock bottom. In fact, the nerf on their strength had increased by several level due to unknown reasons just moments ago.

They were continuously driven backward, retreating again and again until it seemed as though they didn't have any recourse left.

By now, barely half a kilometer to Noah's back, the thick trunk of the second layer could be found. Any advantage they had had from the higher ground provided by the first layer had completely vanished, leaving almost everyone on equal footing.

Luckily, the branches of the second layer had gained some artillery units. Rains of bullets and arrows flew down from above, covering the Terrain army. However, after finally gaining a taste of success after so long, the invaders seemed to have gained numerous second and third winds. They finally saw a crack in the armor that was the talents of Earth, how could they not take advantage.

Their fervor reached new levels, their blood rushing through to their ears and their skin becoming flushed. War cries left their mouths one after another, bearing down on The Capital with heavy steps.

To Earth, they were defending their home, it was only right they had a fire lit in their bellies. However, to Terrain, this was about their futures.

All those who could fight on these battlefields were men and women who held astounding strength and power. They mingled with the upper echelons of society and saw Terrain for what it was…

A dying world.

If they wanted a better future for their children, for their families… for themselves, the only path forward was to take down Earth. There was no going back, there were no re-dos, this was the reality of the Dimensional Verse.

It was a land where worlds fell every minute of everyday. But, by the same token, there were just as many that rose up.

question was whether it would be Earth or

…

two cities. Whereas every other Province only gained the focus of one, The Capital was worthy of

much, it was no wonder, then, that the Slayer Legion was in such a bad position. The balance of power on Terrain were the Cities versus the Powers. However,

facing half of Terrain's strength all

course, things were actually more complicated

less than that of The Empire, the difference wasn't exaggerated. As

they displayed to the Powers. Since they had been planning this invasion for so long, how could they waste their resources on a civil war? The truth was that if the Cities wanted… They could have wiped the Powers from existence whenever they wanted. It was just that the

battle to the death. Three Cities were enough to give them a 60% chance of winning. Four Cities almost guaranteed victory

amount of strain already… And it only made it worse that the two cities attacking it were among

this Invasion took the helm at one cardinal direction. But, the second City was also

would make scaling them impossible. Just the walls themselves stood at double

walls. It was impossible to tell where this smoke was coming from unless you had a vantage point from the sky. But, just judging by the heavily armored brutes that made up their army, one would think that they were being churned out of factories which would more than explain the billowing black

the earth to quake. Each and every one of them wielded a polearm weapon as

didn't blink an eye in the face of death, their forward momentum was dauntless and

that Leonel would recognize well, not because he had laid eyes upon it, but rather because he

stood atop the city walls, the complicated feelings he had been holding onto having long since vanished. His head

'Today… This Capital falls.'