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.

to their knees, tears falling like an endless rain down their cheeks. They stared toward where their brother had been just

his place, a man who

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

much he cared for Aina, he simply couldn't bother to listen to Anared's reasoning. Anyone who wanted to harm a

energy seemed to swirl around her,

down on her lips so hard blood dripped down from her fair chin, staining her once white dress with

blade toward her, she crushed a

glance in that direction,

It was just that she should know he didn't like to

wouldn't mind sending her to the same

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

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head. It was the kind of sudden change

died without graves, their families having long since left them and their names forgotten

they cherished to their

victory was, the deaths of

...

figure rushed over the ocean waters, his breathing coming out in huffs and puffs. Every heave he took seemed to come with another drizzle of blood pouring out from yet another hole in

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

that there was nothing over his shoulder, he kept looking, panic evident in his eyes. Whatever had caused

or Aina had been 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 why and how he had ended up in such a state, maybe only those on the ocean battlefield could have given the

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.