Dimensional Descent

Aina sat blankly on the platform where her wedding was meant to take place. The carnage around her was still ongoing, she could hear the cries of pain and horror and almost feel the rivers of blood tingling the small hairs on her skin, but she was numb to it all.

Rychard had long since left her side, rushing in an attempt to help the battle. He may have been a lot of things, but a coward wasn't one. And though he was highly intelligent, there was absolutely no way he could have pieced together that the Myghell's goal all along had been to take Aina away, while the destruction of the Viola was just a convenient bonus.

So, Rychard had left Aina alone, knowing full well that if she faced something she couldn't protect herself from, there was nothing he would have been able to do either way.

But, there was no doubt that the fate of the Viola had already been sealed. The guests who had come to take part in the wedding but weren't part of the struggle sat in a daze themselves, realizing that they were witnessing the collapse of an empire that had ruled for thousands of years… And yet, just like that, they were finished?

Aina, though, couldn't be bothered to care. She didn't pay attention to what was happening, she couldn't hear the voices around her anymore, and she just blankly stared at the violet grass before her.

Her tears had long since dried up. The sudden breaking of the dam had snapped her back to reality, a flood of thoughts, emotional compartmentalisations, and slowly grown maturity having come back to her one step at a time.

It wasn't an instantaneous process. In fact, it was quite slow at the beginning. The childish thoughts and immaturity seemed to always want to claw their way back. But, a single step at a time, what was, or at least had been Aina, began to return.

But who was she, anyway?

now that something within her had snapped the first day she met Myghell. And, funnily enough, the

there, her arms wrapped around her legs and her head buried between her thighs, she felt a pain in her chest that she hadn't felt in a very long time. But, almost like a genius of battle who had finally met her match, this pain wasn't something Aina wanted

just to heal herself, it was always something

she had been standing before a tunnel with an exit of blinding white light. She had been trying her hardest, doing everything she could to run in the other direction… But, as though she was

pushed herself harder, only to fall and stumble, failing to claw herself back… Until everything suddenly went black and she returned to this world

ignore no matter how hard she tried or how much effort she put in… It was her sign that she was

It hurt like

version of herself wanted to be logical, she knew that wasn't her. She couldn't just bury how she was feeling, and even when she tried, it would always manifest itself in the weirdest of ways. She had too many memories exactly like this… Memories she was often too embarrassed to

evidence of her tears away. She looked up into the

time in a long while, she stood to her feet. Her body flashed, her wedding dress falling to ashes

in her hands. Then, looking off in a certain direction, she began to walk as

Crown Heir's soon-to-be wife. And, to the

Myghell took note of Aina's actions, he also didn't nothing to stop her. If Aina believed that they hadn't come

piece of her face he had seen before told him, but most beautiful woman he had ever

into place in the future, so long as he was the Light mentioned, he didn't care. His goal wasn't women, nor was it fame or wealth… It was to stand at the