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?

had snapped the first day she met Myghell. And, funnily enough, the day it all snapped back into place was the second time she met

like a genius of battle

tendencies. If it wasn't her ridiculous training regimens, even sometimes going as far as to shatter her own bones just to heal herself, it was always something else. However, this time, she needed this pain

been standing before a tunnel with an exit of blinding white light. She had been trying her hardest, doing everything she could to

herself back…

pain in her chest right now, the pain she couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried or how much effort she put in… It was her sign that

hurt… It hurt like

neutered 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

breaths, wiping the last evidence of her tears away. She looked up into the skies, almost as though to affirm herself that Leonel was

Her body flashed, her wedding dress falling to ashes and her body being adorned by flexible silver

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

Viola, she was their Crown Heir's soon-to-be

affinity, finding her father's direction was as easy as breathing. Though Myghell took note of Aina's actions, he also didn't nothing to stop her. If Aina believed that they hadn't come for her, that was fine too. He didn't

he had ever seen, but Myghell's pride wasn't

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