Dimensional Descent

In a corner of a battlefield drowning in the scent of blood, a young man sat huddled, hugging a saber in one hand and a barely recognizable woman in the other.

Whenever he had time, he could only check on her like this. Within his heart, there was a constant weighted fear that seemed to drive its erratic beating. It was a fear that she might breathe her last at any moment, that their next seconds might be their last seconds together.

By some miracle, she had managed to last for this long, but the bleak future ahead made every moment that passed only grow more suffocating. It was like the laws of probability themselves were toying with his fate.

Every moment she survived should have been a happy event, and yet it was just a reminder that every following second only made it more likely.

It was times like this that he wished he was stronger, wished he was more like his cousin, more unrestrained, more powerful, more capable.

Half of his body tensed, the other half so gentle and unwilling to harm the woman in his arms that it split him into an odd dichotomy. Even so, he pushed so hard that his saber pierced into his flesh, tearing into him.

He didn't seem to notice. He already had so many wounds, what did one more mean? What did ten more mean?

'Weak. You're weak. He wouldn't have given up already. He would already have a plan, ten plans, a hundred plans. He would have already healed his woman. He would have already crushed his enemies.'

The voice of insecurity, inferiority, and rage bubbled within him. Every day, they seemed to get more and more difficult to rein in.

Hot tears streamed down his cheeks. It was impossible to tell beneath all the mud, grime, and caked blood, but the searing heat felt more painful to him than even the saber blade from earlier.

He just wanted to be better, to be more capable. But every step he took felt lacking.

the woman he loved more than anything in this world was hanging on by a thread

on his tongue, hard, seemingly not caring even if he bit it off. What good was the ability

she had insisted on coming with him, on being by his side like she always had been. And he couldn't even reject her firmly

say what he really thought, what he really felt. This

He needed to

would be found soon. Those beasts had strong noses

his back again and raising his saber. Not a single part of his body was without a wound, and yet the most crimson part of his were his

on. He didn't know how long passed,

check if she still lived. He would

an aura that enticed him. It was without a doubt the aura of a

he had to be cautious. His grandfather had informed him not to absorb any energy from corpses, and he had also warned him to be

expect was that just when he had finally come across one of

that moment, he seemed to

raised his saber. He didn't care about anything else. He just

with a roadblock. He couldn't advance as fast as his cousin, he

moment, he seemed to realize that none of these roadblocks were even

was tired of