Dimensional Descent

"The Black City escort!"

This City seemed to take their name quite seriously. Their war steeds were a deep shade of night with a singular jagged horn gracing their foreheads. Their carriage seemed carved of carbon and an oppressive aura hung over them all.

BANG!

The carriage doors opened.

The first thing anyone saw was a heavily armored leg smashing against the ground. Leonel could tell that if it wasn't for the fact this was a Fourth Dimensional world, the ground would have been cracked beyond repair.

But, even then, the weight of this man was undeniable. And, when he came into view, his oppressive presence seemed to overshadow all things.

The man's beard could only be described as… furious. It ran across his face and jaw like the blades of a knife. It was objectively unkempt. But, if the man groomed it, something would feel off as though this was his natural state.

The state of the man's face made it hard to tell his age. But, those with sharp senses could tell that he was also a youth.

His heavy black armor clinked about as he walked. Without having to say a word, eight followed him in tow, soon reaching the demarcation line as well.

At that moment, the young man grinned seeing the two beauties.

"Lucky, lucky. I was assigned to the same entrance as two beauties."

Syl and Young Miss Swan looked toward this young man with a hint of disgust and trepidation in their eyes. It was clear to them that Leonel was far more pleasing to the eye, especially since other than his odd beard, this young man's head reflected the sun about as well as a polished mirror.

his bald head had never gotten

snickered. It seemed that many had missed its presence, just like many hadn't noticed the

looked toward Leonel and found the little mink, causing his eyes to glow. He could sense something he

want your beast." He

appearance of its little pink tongue made it seem as though it

glance toward the

he had waited here and it

was no sadness, no joy if there was no despair. The more people there were to act as a

man could tell that despite the fact Leonel had to look up, he wasn't oppressed by his aura in the slightest. However, unlike everyone else who had been starstruck by Leonel's appearance, the black armored

said plainly. "Unfortunately, you can't

words, the young man was stunned for a moment before suddenly grinning

never thought that someone like

a bomb going off in the crowd. Everyone had been so overwhelmed by Leonel's presence that they hardly dared to observe him closely.

smile held a hint of

man saying such words. Sometimes, infamy was the best form of

taught a

black armored man

was only after the world began to change that some gained an overinflated sense

about we make a

within

any words as pointed as gigolo to

as a