Dimensional Descent

The world was split in two. The small, seemingly insignificant dagger couldn't seem to be stopped, slicing through everything it came in contact with. A long tail of split space and void fluctuated in its wake, the split in reality so clean and real that it couldn't seem to immediately mend itself. No, it was more like the dagger itself had imposed its reality onto the world, leaving echoes of "cut" in its path that bent and twisted the laws of physics.

Large swaths of the surrounding army died. They thought themselves to have just gained some reprieve from Aina, only to be thrown toward another hellish nightmare.

Fear and inferiority colored their hearts as they rushed to get out of the way, until...

BANG!

The dagger collided with one of the pillars of the Council, its tail wagging so hard that it seemed like it might break it as well.

A clash of epic proportions was unveiled. Space and time seemed to fissure like glass, rippling outside like strikes of dispersing lightning.

The dagger seemed truly about to pierce even through this pillar until its body gave way beneath the pressure, shattering and falling to the wayside.

The Council Members in the distance watched on with constricted pupils.

They had seen it for themselves. As much as Silvan loved to be overprotective of his tail was just about as strong as it was. That thing was wrapped in so many layers of space that if you were too weak, just trying to grab it would probably kill you.

And yet, it was severed as though it wasn't even there, sliced apart and strewn onto the ground as though it was any other useless, hacked off limb.

But what shocked them even more than that was the clash of the pillars.

the God Beasts of Creation in countless generations. They were all too young to even know the number of Gatherings that had taken place since the last

since fallen from their

in relatively good condition. Aside from the Gathering Stele that was still firmly on a level all its own, the pillars were

almost been pierced by that casually

how Aina even had such a weapon on hand. Wasn't it said that the Vast Dream

it would have almost been more acceptable. At the very least, it would

that mean she had more

somberly. "If

waited for too long? Should they risk their lives in a final attempt to take

back toward the stump that was now his tail, cracked waves of space and spurting blood flying

ROAR!

doing, all he knew was

make them

dare they

appeared before Aina in a blur. This race of beasts was too well known for their speed and attack power. He was like a whirlwind of space, cutting through like a drilling bit and cutting across the

ax to meet the wild charge and her arms trembled the moment they did. Her blade couldn't reach the creature and her

again the moment her feet left the ground, closing in with such speed that she could hardly