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?

And, funnily enough, the day it all snapped back into place was the second time

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 to run from. Instead, she wanted to bask in it, to feel it fill her

as far as to shatter her own bones just to heal herself, it was always something else. However,

white light. She had been trying her hardest, doing everything she could to run in the other direction… But, as though she was stuck in

stumble, failing to claw herself back… Until everything suddenly went

the pain she couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried or how much effort she put

hurt… It hurt like

her. She couldn't just bury how she was feeling, and even when she tried,

breaths, wiping the last evidence of her tears away. She looked up into the skies, almost as though

the first time in a long while, she stood to her feet. Her body flashed, her wedding

her elaborate bun and crushed it in her hands. Then, looking off in a certain

the Viola, she was their Crown Heir's soon-to-be wife. And, to the Luxnix, she was on the list of those they weren't

easy as breathing. Though Myghell took note of Aina's actions, he also didn't nothing to

her face he had seen before told him, but most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but Myghell's pride wasn't something

place in the future, so long as he was the Light mentioned, he didn't care. His goal wasn't women, nor was it