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…"

the first time. In fact, they were the very first

huff out fogs of crimson, her veins having practically been lit on fire. However, on her third huff, her mouth suddenly opened wide,

strength. But, despite his quick reaction, a globule of blood half the size of

expression twisted into a deep frown. If he had taken Aina as a serious opponent from the beginning this would have never happened, his Force Skin would have definitely blocked her attempt. But now,

this was nothing short of a death sentence.

if she could, she was in a completely berserk state. There was hardly anything she could make sense of

blood whole, instantly feeling as though her throat was being burned through. She shrieked into the

where that feeling was coming from. But, it seemed she would die before

He had already been fighting this woman for almost half an hour and yet he hadn't gotten any clues. He was already close to losing his patience and

stride forward and take what was

suddenly come to a stop, replaced by sobs. The crimson had retreated from her gaze, rationality coming back to her person.

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

skies, her

not him… You… Deserve

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 reminded

or just what his blood reminded Aina of because she directly lost consciousness,

Myghell before he walked by the Heir without a single care. Yet, from start to