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.

status, his bald head had never gotten in his way of wooing women.

that moment, the little mink around Leonel's shoulder snickered. It seemed that many had

causing his eyes to glow. He could

beast."

and yawning. The appearance of its little pink tongue

toward the black armored

he had waited here and it definitely wasn't out

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

he wasn't oppressed by his aura in the slightest. However, unlike everyone else who had been

Leonel said plainly. "Unfortunately, you can't always have what you

man was stunned

I never thought that someone like this would actually dare to speak to me

they hardly dared to observe him closely. It was only

the smile held a hint of coldness to

words. Sometimes, infamy was

Leonel still marked this man as one that needed to be taught a lesson. Now, he just had the perfect excuse to

black armored

one dared to speak to me in this way either. It was only after the world began to change that some gained an overinflated sense of self-importance. It seems

about we

within Leonel's

as gigolo to

man's gaze narrowed as a silence fell over the