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.

whether it

…

were two cities. Whereas every other Province only gained the focus

Legion was in such a bad position. The balance of power on Terrain were the Cities versus the Powers. However, there were only 3 Powers for 12

was essentially facing half of Terrain's strength all on

were actually

Though their overall strength was less than that of The Empire, the difference wasn't exaggerated. As a hidden trump card of The

how could they waste their resources on a civil war? The truth

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

a tremendous amount of strain already… And it only made it worse that the two cities attacking it

helm at one cardinal direction. But, the second City was also easily recognizable. In fact, its aura was even somewhat suppressive of Keafir City simply due to

filled with sharp spikes that would make scaling them impossible. Just the walls themselves stood at double the height of

buildings hidden behind the tall 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

Each and every one of them wielded a polearm weapon as though afraid they wouldn't seem manly enough. Even the exceptions to

nightmares. They didn't blink an eye in the face of death, their forward momentum was dauntless and impossible to stop, and their

City, a city that Leonel would recognize well, not because he had laid eyes upon it, but rather because he was familiar with their

the city walls, the complicated feelings he had been holding onto having long since vanished. His head reflected beneath the sunlight,

'Today… This Capital falls.'