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.

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

didn't know his place, a man who

these women, 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

was the way of the 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 who wanted to harm a hair on her

Leonel in the sky. Strong bursts of energy seemed

hard blood dripped down from her fair chin, staining her once white

his blade toward her, she

in that

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

mind sending her to the

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

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change one read about in fairy tales. But, unlike such tales, the deaths

graves, their families having long since

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

come to know. As astounding as his victory was, the deaths of

...

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

once had vanishing with the wind. All he could think of was running for his

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

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

"Land!"

Raynred's eyes lit up.