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.

down their cheeks. They stared toward where their brother had been

that didn't know his place, a man who threatened the

he was a protective brother and husband. He was a man who confronted Leonel because he believed he had done his sister wrong. Even in his final moment, his

this was the way of the world. Two opposing viewpoints could make an enemy of two innocents. And for Leonel, with how much he

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

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

of turning his blade toward her, she crushed

that direction, his brow not even

target him, that was fine. It was just

target Aina, however... he wouldn't mind

toward the Palace and then the battlefield below before aiming his surfboard toward the distance. He had done enough. Now, he just wanted to check on his

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its head. It was the kind of sudden change

having long since left them and their

protecting what they cherished to their backs and leaving the earth

these were people even Leonel had come to know. As astounding as his victory was, the deaths

...

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

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

had caused him to feel such

one of Terrain's Powers. As for why and how he had ended up in such a

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.