Dimensional Descent

Aina was like a lone blazing star. Despite being alone and surrounded, there seemed to be a perpetual five meter radius around her that no one could keep their life within.

From afar, it seemed like the Englishmen army had split into three. A single group of archers focusing their might toward Leonel, another attacking the Frenchmen, and the final entirely focused on this small woman with a weapon twice the size of her body.

However, though Aina seemed invincible, Leonel could see her body heat increasing at an unhealthy pace.

'Her stamina is running low…'

Leonel's frown deepened. It had been less than 30 minutes since the battle began, but just how long could a normal human fight under such conditions? Even with her being far beyond a normal human, the load she was facing was severalfold greater as well.

"Aina! Retreat!"

Leonel shouted once more, putting everything he had into his voice. However, this time, the blaring horns of retreat sounded over him, covering his shouts completely.

"No! Not now!"

Just minutes ago, there was nothing Leonel could have wanted more. But now Aina had traveled too deeply into their territory.

Leonel's arm cocked back and launched forward another crude spear.

With a sharp clang, it rebounded and shattered off of Aina's massive ax blade.

Aina's head finally snapped backward. But Leonel never got to register just what her expression was. All he could see was the fierce golden glow of her eyes, hiding a flickering redness that seemed to be the depths of a hellish flame.

only a single thing Leonel could grasp through the almost hundred meters that

once before. That day she killed Conrad and stared him down as though she wanted him to witness every moment. He had been too stunned to

to be left

Aina's frail body as her

[Aina Brazinger]

Coordination: 1.00; Stamina: 0.10; Reactions:

seen stats like this. Even the adjusted stats of the metal Invalid paled

hadn't gone up. In fact, it had plummeted the instant

the blaring

around, a Force blade extending from its body. However, it didn't sweep outward. Instead, it attached to the blade of the ax, extending its range from

like the ax was enveloped in the spirit of a larger battle ax, borrowing its power to reap

Englishmen quaked in fear, but Leonel's anxiety only

die with a new lease on

of Englishmen. To her back, the

was doing before he found himself falling

'Something is wrong …'

had more than 16 000 of their original number. It was nothing short of foolish to pursue

had the mind

of

Kill