Dimensional Descent

Aina took a deep breath in and exhaled. The wind whipped around her, but there didn't seem to be enough to fill her lungs.

Across from her, Orion stretched. He had just awoken from a nap, and though he was a bit surprised to see Aina here, it wasn't too much. It was bound to happen.

His lip curled into a smile as he watched her trying to catch her breath.

"Unfortunate. I asked them not to put such a beauty through hardship, but there was only so much I could do," he shrugged his shoulders. "Those guys are pretty heartless. Well, I think one of them is just acting out of jealousy. Maybe you'll meet her, though it seems unlikely at this point. Lumina is her name. No need to thank me."

As Orion spoke, he suddenly moved.

In truth, he wasn't too worried about wasting enough time for Aina to completely recover. An expert on Aina's level, to be tired to the point she was heaving for breath, needed to have been pushed far beyond the point a few seconds of rest would be helpful.

That was the way of the world. The stronger your body was, the harder it was to injure it, but when you injured, it was also far harder to heal it with external items.

And in this case, when you were tired...

Orion appeared before Aina, a bright smile on his face, a strong punch suddenly coming from him. Aina almost didn't get a chance to read where it was coming from. Orion didn't seem to be using Dream Force, and yet his ability to obscure vision and trick the mind was on a level that Aina had only seen from Leonel.

Aina reacted quickly, smashing her polearm into the ground in the path of Orion's fist.

Just as the two, fist and polearm, were about to collide, Orion's arm suddenly came to a grinding halt.

Aina's breathing even heavier.

"A shame, a shame."

more spread out, allowing time for rest. Although

more time to rest, but this "good news" was the

just the fourth battle

most battles. Every single finalist would fight the 99 others in order to

she would just directly give

would she make it there given how things

the flood of clouds coming out from the back of his head disappeared. Soon, he was a handsome young man with pale violet hair and irises. He stood

Aina's gaze turned cold.

reaction? Did I not do your hubby justice? I thought

reached out a hand and a

"Better? No?"

his head,

too cheery. Why a woman like yourself would want to marry a man who's

commit murder felt out of place. Even his voice itself was laced with the same

they quickly lost their form, becoming akin to

block, withstanding the barrage with the smallest movements possible. Some lashed against her body and cut like a flexible