Dimensional Descent

"You are King Arthur?" Adrin asked with a dark expression.

"Hm?" Arthur frowned, not quite understanding the hostility. After all, it was Adrin leading a rebellion, not him. Unless he was made about the death of that blondie from earlier? But he doubted that the relationship between the four families was that close, they were more tied by benefits than relationships, at least that was the feeling he got from his years of experience.

How could Arthur know that the reason Adrin was unhappy was because the Camelot Zone was the very one his sister had almost lost her life in? On top of that, it was the Zone that had led Little Nana to having such a co-dependency on Leonel. Sometimes, Adrin wondered who the true elder brother was between the two of them.

Of course, Adrin wasn't petty enough to hate Leonel for this, after all he had returned the favor back then although Leonel didn't quite need it. That said, that didn't mean he forgave everyone else that was involved.

The secrets of what happened back then in the Camelot Zone were still relatively unknown. It was hard to tell who had interfered and almost turned it into a Unique Zone. Even Leonel, who had been targeted as a result of it, wasn't 100% certain of who had acted back then.

With that perspective, Adrin didn't have enough animosity toward the Pendragon family to go out of his way to seek them, but now that he was here and bound by duty, it made it convenient.

Without answering to Arthur's curiosities, Adrin directly attacked, placing the former on his back foot.

Arthur's expression darkened. Ever since he had come into his own with these odd new abilities, he had very rarely met anyone who was his match. In fact, other than when battling his daughter, everything else was far too simple. Unfortunately, it seemed that his work was cut out for him this time. He had only attacked once, but everything seemed to deflect off of those transparent scales that coated Adrin's body.

blocked by Adrin, there were other powerhouses of Camelot more than prepared to make a move. At that moment, Avalon made its first large movements ever since the war

a strong troop below, storming into the

a rebellion like this, maybe one of the biggest issues was actually telling who was friend and who was foe, Mordred hadn't even ruled out the possibility that there might be some enemies

clear lines were drawn, Mordred's wand danced across

back, they tore a path to the center of the battlefield, trying to effect

never felt more powerful. In the past, she would have to patiently accumulate Dark Force for her spells, even to the point where she felt far more comfortable in the

Ability Index, it felt like she

flooded the air, debuffing enemies. Lances, arrows and javelins filled the air, wafting a dense black fog as they manifested from spinning magic circles. At the same time, the land seemed to be slowly being

suddenly shot out from behind her, raising shields and heavy

of the battle slowly turned, Mordred sighed inwardly. She knew that the other shoe was going to drop soon, mostly because Leonel had made it obvious that it would. If this was enough, he wouldn't have emphasized caution so much at

the battle, up ahead toward the palace that seemed to be about to be burnt down to the ground, the clash of

turned in

Mordred mumbled in her

young lady. She looked almost adorable despite the fact she should have been well into her 30s by this point.

was powerful.

moment she touched the ground, in the surrounding near kilometer distance, almost everyone froze. This wasn't because of a sudden sweeping cold, or even out of fear, it was a raw, unbridled power of restriction that the young woman didn't