Dimensional Descent

City Lord White sat in an office, a map spread out across her desk. She had long since memorized its contents, but due to a sudden change that happened a while ago, she wanted to ensure that she had it all imprinted into her mind.

The City Lord was quite unique in comparison to other women of Terrain. It was very rare to find technologically advanced places like Earth and thus even rarer to find equality amongst men and women – at least in low level worlds.

Technology acted as an equating factor between men and women. The strength of a man meant less if a woman could simply pull out a gun and deal with a threat just as easily as he could.

In low level worlds like Terrain, the awakening of abilities didn't have much time to create a balance between the sexes like technology could.

This was all to say that in Terrain and worlds like it, having women in positions of power was a rarity. And, finding women like City Lord White was even a level more rare.

City Lord White had exceptionally short-cut white hair. Her demeanor was quite valiant and she chose to wear black robes accented by white flexible armor. Everything from the way she sat and spoke seemed to exude a masculine air. Even her handwriting was boisterous, purposeful and bold.

She was quite tall, especially for a woman. She stood at over six feet, but this didn't dampen her figure in the slightest. Her hips were wide and her bosom was bountiful.

At that very moment, seemingly without reason, City Lord White froze.

She stood, a sadistic grin on her face. Her face even became somewhat flushed as though she was excited.

She touched a spatial bracer on her right arm. Her gaze only grew more excited after pulling out a talisman glowing with a blinding light.

It was finally time.

BANG!

She smashed a fist against her large desk, splitting it in half and kicking its pieces out of her way.

Her hand swept forward and snatched out the map before it could fall to the ground, carelessly tossing it into her spatial bracer.

get me my

vast aura shot out from the City Lord's body. The result was a

noble or a humble street vendor, they

Lord's mansion began

kicked down

opening, a patient secretary with her hands respectfully clasped before her sent a glance toward the flying

Lord White turned toward the secretary, a bloodthirsty light in her eye. It was difficult to tell if she was excited, enraged,

my Clara,

Lord." The

hands, a light

light dimmed, all that was left

true shock was its head. It was a hammer, but even calling it so seemed to not do it

that shimmered like the surface of a mirror. Each head just under a meter in diameter each, easily matching more than

Lord White snatched this massive weapon from

Clara, Clara, Clara. We're going to taste

these words too, a shimmering light racing across

hallways of her mansion, wantonly swinging 'Clara' around and not giving a damn about the damage. Niya could only follow quickly behind, calmly taking note of

the mansion, every one of City Lord White's steps causing the ground

City Lord White's mansion was completely unlike what one would expect. While others would pave the way for vehicles or decorate with elaborate gardens, the front of the White Mansion

of warriors had already gotten into formation. They all stood ramrod straight, their chests sticking out with

"HAI!"

City Lord White appeared, a collective breath

through the soul as they saluted

the stairs of her mansion,

BANG!