Dimensional Descent

Blood flew and splattered. Aina could feel her bone snap in two, just barely a few tendrils of muscle fiber and tendons holding it in place. But there was no doubt that for all intents and purposes, she had lost her leg. With just another wrench to the other side, the beast would be able to swallow it whole.

Even so, she didn't seem to notice at all, her fist suddenly smashing through the tiger beast's eye, grabbing and then pulling. Her other hand followed and drove the ax blade down, cutting into the other eye. By the time it retracted, a second fist was ready, driving even deeper into the crushed eye and pulling out more flesh and blood.

The skies were dyed red and Aina completely lost herself in the carnage.

The blade drove deeper into the first wound it created as her fist became a claw. She wrenched at the wound, using her ax as a lever and pulling them apart with all her might.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

The pain it was suffering seemed to finally get through to the beast, it ripped its head to the side, taking Aina's leg and sending her flying into the distance.

The White Spectral Tiger writhed wildly, not just due to the pain, but also because Aina's blood seemed to have gained a mind of its own, rooting into the tiger's body and eating it alive from the inside out.

Aina landed on the ground with her one remaining foot and pressed off again so hard that the entire arena collapsed.

She moved so fast that she seemed even faster than the tiger itself.

Blinded and roaring with pain, the tiger beast couldn't even react as a bloody ax was driven through its gaping wounds, slicing the top off its head and shredding it to pieces beneath a whirlwind of Battle Ax Force.

Aina stood there, her gaze a fiery shade of red. Her hair danced and flickers of crimson took hold of their black strands.

severed legs, the droplets of blood falling so heavily that they BOOMED

back as she was teleported out. It stood so tall that its head was obscured by the clouds, not that its visage would have been clear anyway. The image was akin to one reflected in water, nothing about it was clear and concise.... But the bloody aura that it

longer had the

she stood there,

looked no different from an Asura in their eyes, a bloodthirsty creature who

consciousness, their irises vanishing, leaving nothing but white balls of fear-induced trauma in their wake. They fell, never

their unwillingness to face Aina seemed to

either die here for a chance, or die when they returned to

they seemed to see a fate worse

stood with tears in her eyes. On more than one occasion, Rowan was forced to restrain them, but the latter had an

up in his heart that he pressed down. He wasn't such a shameless man that he would pine for the wife of another... even if that was really what he wanted

into the skies as the

at it solemnly, not sure if he was

'That can't be...'

realm of possibility that he believed that he was the only one to have such an outrageous

raise a finger to spread their religion because just the manner of their existence imposed their will onto the world, allowing those with particularly sensitive proclivities to

an Idol, one had to first form a Dharma, an accumulating

a Dharma was something that stood above even Sovereignties, a true manifestation of suffocating