Dimensional Descent

As though this transformation had triggered a change, several that stood in the mess of the battlefield stood to their full height. With a slight shimmer, one after another, Cloud Race members began to appear.

At first, there were just the three in the skies. But very quickly, this number began to jump, seemingly doubling every few seconds.

In just a few moments, it had gone from a battle of humans to an assault of the Cloud Race. No matter where one looked, another would appear. Very quickly, those that remained very much human began to warily look around, wondering just who would turn next and trying to avoid being stabbed in the back.

Mordred's expression suddenly flickered and her figure vanished into the void, swirling into a rotating black hole of dense fog before appearing several meters away.

She looked toward where she had just been standing with an ugly expression. Right there, a halberd that would have pierced through her back thrust through the air, a violently rotating wind still circling around it. The attack itself wasn't a big deal, but it was who was on the other end of it that left Mordred feeling her heart plummet.

The demons had long since become her family, seeing her right hand men turn into members of the Cloud Race one after another left a lump in her throat. She knew for certain that the only reason this could happen was because those she had called brother had long since died.

Mordred's eyes turned red as she gripped her wand tight, her fair and slender fingers trembling.

Maia touched down from the skies, her Cloud Figure fluttering in the wind. Her white dress danced along with it, wafting a familiar and delicate fragrance into the air.

"Even if you know, it no longer matters. You've allowed me far too much time," Maia said lightly.

Galaeron didn't say anything to Maia. Instead, he looked toward Nana and the others.

"Pairing yourselves with the Cloud Race is a bit pathetic, don't you think?"

or not didn't make much of

call yourselves human? As far as I'm concerned,

his heart for the people of Earth, and maybe even just the humans of the Human

this, he smiled for

the same race as them either, let alone of the same family. Those who build their

paled, his pupils trembling. The words were simple, and yet they seemed to

opening his mouth slightly. "What is

gaze narrowed when she heard

not know him by that name. I mean the member of your

pupils constricted into

know, a

"What happened to Jorrym?"

name?" Galaeron asked, seemingly not expecting an answer. "Well, I assume by now his

seemed to tremble

reaction. "I assume that you had real children just for the chance to replace them with full fledged members

seem to

won't be much different from Jorrym," Galaeron spoke calmly and evenly just as a loud boom echoed

BOOM!

appeared in the skies. However, rather than descending, it began to fuse into what was once an invisible network of Force Arts, the very

brilliant violet-gold array of complex gears, runes and mechanisms replaced the white clouds and

to know that even if tried now, she would have no ability to escape this battle. It was either she won, or she died