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

you something because you call yourselves human? As far as I'm concerned, we're not even of the same

in his heart for the people of Earth, and maybe

this, he smiled for the

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

simple, and yet

up Maia before opening his mouth slightly. "What is your relationship

narrowed when

you might not know him by that name. I mean

pupils constricted

know, a pity." Galaeron said

"What happened to Jorrym?"

not expecting an answer. "Well, I assume by now his days aren't too good after being

gaze seemed to

the chance to replace them with full fledged members of your race. Your plans

her composure, but didn't seem to have the intention of replying

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

BOOM!

descending, it began to fuse into what was once an invisible network of Force Arts, the

violet-gold array of complex gears, runes and mechanisms

if tried now, she would have no ability to escape this battle. It was