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.

collapsed to their knees, tears falling like an endless rain down their cheeks. They stared toward where

place, a man who threatened the life of

women, he was a protective brother and husband. He was a man who confronted Leonel because he believed he had done his sister

an enemy of two innocents. And for Leonel, with how much he cared for Aina, he simply couldn't bother to

bursts of energy seemed to swirl around her, but something even stronger restricted

dripped down from her fair chin, staining

even think of turning his blade toward her, she crushed a bracelet on

a glance in that direction,

was just that she should

wouldn't mind sending her to the

Palace and then the battlefield below before aiming his surfboard toward the distance.

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of sudden change one read about

graves, their families having long since

cherished to their backs and

deaths of those like Roaring Black Lion and Flowing Wind couldn't be reversed.

...

puffs. Every heave he took seemed to come with another drizzle of

had once had vanishing with the wind.

his eyes. Whatever had caused him to feel such fear had clearly left a shadow over his heart that wouldn't be disappearing anytime

there at this very moment, they would have easily recognized this young man as Raynred, the Young Heir to one of Terrain's Powers. As for

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.

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