Dimensional Descent

Raynred's shrill cries bore into the soul of all those who heard them.

He wanted to claw at his throat, anything to get that foul blood out of his body, but without his arms, he had no ability to do so.

He wiggled against the earth, trying to use the dirt, gravel and concrete in place of his hands.

Blue veins surged through his body, crawling up his neck like grotesque worms wiggling beneath his skin.

BANG! BANG!

He bashed his head against the ground, his own face deforming even more even beneath the strain.

Aina picked her ax up from the ground, using the buildings as leverage to leap back up to Leonel who was still in the sky.

They both gazed down toward Raynred, but neither spoke a single word.

Leonel's teeth clenched hard. Even after Raynred accidentally pierced through his own throat with a sharp bit of rusted steel, he still didn't feel like it was enough.

He watched with a cold expression as Raynred bled himself dry, his convulsions and gurgling cries etching themselves into the memories of all those who heard them.

Just as his life was about to fade, Leonel reached out a hand, a strong surge of Soul Force tearing into Raynred's mind.

At that moment, shrieks only Leonel could hear resounded. Even in the last minutes before his death, Raynred experienced pain the likes of which he never thought possible.

All of his pride and haughtiness had long since vanished. If he could have, he would have begged and pleaded.

closed his eyes, watching the final moments of those he once thought of as friends, knowing they wouldn't be

'Pisces.'

trembled. He wanted to see

**

the waters, three corpses pooling around

hands of these three was unimaginable. But, even then he managed to take one of them down even

the old man had already suffered too many injuries. He

keep hold of his machete or even flip

spurting with blood. He didn't have the courage to look around, but he was sure that the death count wasn't small. Unfortunately, this battlefield didn't gain the support of The Empire

just... take a

man was honest with himself, he really wasn't sure if he'd wake up

"Grandfather."

"Mm."

the water, facing the slowly rising sun. But, he didn't have the strength to open his

his pristine white tracksuit. There didn't seem to

at the rising sun as though he was doing it alongside his grandfather. Whether he was aware that Hutch's eyes were closed or not

a while, Elorin crouched down, Hutch's weak snoring traveling to his

grabbed onto his grandfather's machete. Even in such a state, it

grandfather. Though his arm and wrist were incomparably steady, his

machete with just three fingers and his thumb, his index

tried to beat this habit out of him, claiming it destabilized his strikes. But, even after so long, Elorin had never managed to get away

he grew up, he found breaking out of

his grandfather's blade to the latter's throat,

of this, though, he looked no different from a youth kneeling by his only remaining family. His face was expressionless, his gaze steady. However, the trembling of his index finger