Dimensional Descent

Anared's death was like a sledgehammer to Heira's mind. Even after the city fell, an irrational part of her wanted to believe that it was still possible for him to be there, still possible for him to appear before her just fine.

It couldn't be said that the two were a normal couple by any means. Anared was so focused on becoming worthy that he hardly spent any time with her and Heira was too prideful to ask for more of his time.

But, at the end of the day, they were fiance and fiancee, two people tied to one day be husband and wife.

For Anared, it might have been an uphill battle to claim her hand. But, he had already been so close to the peak, so close to gazing at the horizon from the other side of the mountain.

But reality was cruel.

Just when he was nearly there, just when Earth was about to fall, just when he had almost earned the right to call her his wife... Leonel appeared.

He stood indifferently in the skies, his entire focus ironically on a woman of his own. He hadn't even spared a thought for Heira's threat.

At that moment, Heira's roar suddenly sounded through the battlefield. It carried a pain that cut deep, the kind of wounded cry that could only appear from a beast wrestling its death throes.

However, in maybe the greatest irony, even that was drowned out by what happened next.

The city gates of White City were suddenly slammed opened, their loud BANG reverberating through the battlefield.

"Knights of Camelot! CHARGE!"

King Arthur's voice resounded, Excalibur pointing to the skies as he urged his white steed forward.

endless rain down their cheeks. They stared toward where their brother had been just a moment ago, completely shell

didn't know his place, a man who threatened the life of his Aina more than

Leonel because he believed he had done his sister wrong. Even in his final moment, his thoughts of killing Aina were

the world. Two opposing viewpoints could make an enemy of two innocents. And for Leonel, with how much he cared for Aina, he simply couldn't bother to listen to Anared's

the sky. Strong bursts of energy seemed to swirl around her, but

on her lips so hard blood dripped down from her fair chin, staining

turning his blade toward her, she crushed a bracelet on her wrist,

finally sent a glance in that direction, his brow not even

was just that

mind sending her

gazed toward the Palace and then the battlefield below before aiming his surfboard toward the distance. He had done enough. Now, he

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its head. It was the kind of sudden change one read about in fairy tales. But, unlike

graves, their families having long since left them and their names forgotten

deaths, protecting what they cherished to their backs and leaving

to know. As astounding as his victory was, the deaths of those like Roaring Black Lion and Flowing Wind couldn't

...

huffs and puffs. Every heave he took seemed to come with another

of this figure, whatever arrogance he had once had vanishing with

looking, panic evident in his eyes. Whatever had caused him to feel

recognized this young man as Raynred, the Young Heir to one of Terrain's Powers. As for why and how

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.