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.

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

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

had been pushed much too far. She no longer had the capability

there, no one dared to

a river of blood. This gorgeous woman looked no different from an Asura in their eyes, a bloodthirsty creature who would let you rip her throat out if it meant

lost consciousness, their irises vanishing, leaving nothing but white balls of fear-induced trauma in

had already been months, but their unwillingness to face Aina seemed

think these people to be stupid, but in their eyes, it was either die

this moment, they seemed to

the far off distance, Savahn and Yuri stood with tears in her eyes. On more than one occasion, Rowan was forced to restrain them,

that he pressed down. He wasn't such a shameless man that he would pine for the wife of

into the skies as the mirage seemed to

it solemnly, not

'That can't be...'

far outside the realm of possibility that he believed that he was the only one

to spread their religion because just the manner of their existence imposed their will onto the world, allowing those with particularly sensitive proclivities to sense them and become their Apostles,

one had to first form a Dharma, an accumulating form of one's being, one's moral

a Dharma was something that stood above even Sovereignties,