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.

like an endless rain down their cheeks. They stared toward

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

He was a man who confronted Leonel because he believed he had done his sister wrong. Even in his final moment, his thoughts of killing Aina were only to seek revenge

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 reasoning. Anyone

of energy seemed

from her fair chin,

blade toward

finally sent a glance in that direction, his brow

him, that was fine. It was just that

she wanted to target Aina, however... he wouldn't mind sending her to the same place 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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completely flipped on its head. It was the kind of sudden change one read about in fairy tales. But, unlike such tales, the

families having long since left them and their names forgotten

died valiant deaths, protecting what they cherished to their backs and leaving the

these were people even Leonel had come to know. As astounding as his victory was, the deaths of those like Roaring Black Lion and Flowing Wind

...

breathing coming out in huffs and puffs. Every heave he took seemed to come with another drizzle

of this figure, whatever arrogance he had once had vanishing with the wind. All he could think of was running for his

in his eyes. Whatever had caused him to feel such fear

very 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

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.