Dimensional Descent

Chapter 962 - Shattered.

Aina coughed violently, blood flowing out from her lips. But, she had hardly finished when she swung down her blade again. It was as though her cough was just instinctive but battle was all she truly cared about. Even if her body was on its last legs, she would still swing again and again.

Myghell's sword snaked forward, attempting to parry it. He added a small bit more strength to his strike, taking into account what he predicted would be her boost in power. However, his strike hadn't even landed before his pupils constricted further.

The moon to Aina's back suddenly increased in size. It gained rivers of blood and land of bones. It held a gravity of its own, shattering the ground beneath their battlefield and causing it to cave in.

Myghell's steps faltered slightly and the pressure Aina's swing placed on his wrist caught him off guard, causing it to fracture.

A light frown finally marred his face. Though indifference was still the greatest 'emotion', this change in him was equivalent to tidal waves in almost anyone else.

Still, what he was most off put by wasn't Aina's power, that alone was still like nothing compared to him. He was still barely using 10% of his strength. What was shocking was Aina's progress. Every time he felt that she had run into a wall, she burst through it.

It wasn't only this, but he felt that she always seemed to rapidly adjust to his battle style. If it wasn't for the fact he didn't need to bring out his true abilities to fight her and was only casually and randomly countering, Myghell had the feeling that this woman might even be in a better situation than she was now. It was a baffling thought indeed, but this woman was definitely a genius of battle.

Suddenly, Myghell's pupils constricted. A trickle of blood fell from his cheek. It was so subtle that he almost hadn't noticed.

'I'm… Injured…?'

"… Blood…"

fact, they were the very first

her veins having practically been lit on fire. However, on her third huff, her mouth

from his very being. His pupils constricted as he finally unleashed his full strength. But, despite his quick reaction, a globule of blood half the size of his head was still ripped out from him in that

deep frown. If he had taken Aina as a serious opponent from the beginning this would have never happened, his

As far as he was concerned, doing this was nothing short

read Myghell's mind and even if she could, she was in a completely berserk state. There was hardly

her throat was being burned through. She shrieked into the skies, causing Myghell

that feeling was coming from. But, it seemed

had already been fighting this woman for almost half an hour and

was about to stride forward and take what was Aina's corpse away when he

replaced by sobs. The crimson had retreated from her gaze, rationality coming back to her person. Tears she couldn't seem to control fell from

began to rapidly heal. In fact, in the blink of an eye, she had returned to peak condition,

looked down from the skies, her tear filled gaze

not him… You…

kill him before, so why did this feel so much different? It was as though she had been snapped back to reality and hated Myghell for reminding her of something she didn't want to be

understand just what was happening or just what his blood reminded Aina of because she directly lost consciousness, her body falling

over Myghell before he walked by the Heir without a single care. Yet, from start to finish, Myghell didn't dare