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.

knees, tears falling like an endless rain down their cheeks.

Leonel, Anared was an annoyance that didn't know his place, a man who threatened the life of his Aina

protective brother and husband. He was a man who confronted Leonel because he believed he had

with how much he cared for Aina, he simply couldn't bother to listen to Anared's reasoning. Anyone who wanted to harm a hair on her head... deserved to

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

dripped down from her

could even think of turning his blade toward her, she

sent a glance in that direction, his

him, that was fine. It was

however... he wouldn't mind sending her to the same

his surfboard toward the distance. He had done enough. Now, he just wanted to check on

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was the kind of sudden change one read about in fairy tales.

families having long since left them

to their

know. As astounding as his victory was, the deaths of those like Roaring Black Lion and

...

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

the face of this figure, whatever arrogance he had once had vanishing with the wind. All he could think

Whatever had caused him

moment, they would have easily recognized this young man as Raynred, the Young Heir to one of Terrain's Powers. As for why and how he had ended up in such a state, maybe only those on the ocean battlefield could have

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.