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.

rain down their cheeks. They stared toward where their

know his place, a man who threatened the life of his Aina

and husband. 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

Leonel, with how much he cared for

of energy seemed to

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

blade toward her, she crushed a bracelet on

in that direction, his brow not

she wanted to target him, that was fine. It was just that she should know he didn't

target Aina, however... he wouldn't mind sending her to

before aiming his surfboard toward the distance. He had done enough. Now, he

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on its head. It was the kind of sudden change one read about in fairy tales. But, unlike such tales, the deaths

having long since left them and their names forgotten

cherished to their backs

As astounding as his victory was, the deaths of those like Roaring Black Lion and Flowing Wind couldn't be

...

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

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

over his shoulder, he kept looking, panic evident in his eyes. Whatever had caused him to feel such fear had

one of Terrain's Powers. As for why and

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.