Dimensional Descent

"It's time."

In Black City, preparations were underway as well. The only difference was that while City Lord White took sole leadership, Black City was headed by a father-son pair.

Jerach was stunned out of his thoughts when he heard his father's voice.

The two men looked practically like copies of one another. Jerach's father had the same bald held, black armor and jagged beard his son did. The only difference was that Jerach's father was a head taller than he was.

Obviously, since Jerach was already in his 30's, this wasn't a matter of youth. Rather, Jerach's father simply had a far larger stature.

"Get the men ready." Jerach's father continued. "The city will be disappearing in just a few minutes."

"Yes, father."

Jerach nodded and went off to complete the last of his duties.

Jerach was lost in his thoughts as he made his way toward the military fields. Black City wouldn't be taking action immediately, so their mental state didn't need to be in a primed state. Not that Jerach was in the head space to give a motivational speech to begin with.

He had just failed the Brave City trials miserably and his heart was still being shadowed by a perpetual guilt.

Even now, he could still remember Leonel's complete disregard of him.

If Leonel had ignored him, it would have been one thing. But, Jerach remembered making eye contact with Leonel just one time while they were both still on the first floor.

Back then, it had been as though Leonel was looking at a stranger. He glanced at him as though he was observing someone he had seen for the first time and moved away from him just as easily

The way Leonel looked at him at that moment was something he would never forget…

could make himself believe that Leonel felt some anger toward him. Somehow, he felt that that

him as though

and Heir to a City Lordship, he never thought he would ever have to deal with emotions like this, he never thought anything could make him feel this way,

that his emotions were less about Leonel and more about letting

Jerach shook his head.

'It doesn't matter anymore.'

**

state of shock. He hadn't expected that the Zone quests had truly not been

Leonel's expression changed.

to Ameron's side and sent the strongest punch he could at

change. He still didn't understand what was happening. All he knew was that he was bound now, and even if he wasn't, it would take him too

black,

eyes widened.

Lancelot froze. "Huh?"

suddenly felt as though shackles that had held him down for decades suddenly imploded. Strength flooded into

twice as powerful, then three times, then four times. Eventually, it got to be so much that even he no longer understood just how powerful

stumbled backward, the forcefulness of Lancelot's breakthrough being too great. The wind kicked up and

eyes, trying to peak through to see what

moment, dozens, even hundreds of knights they

if Camelot entered the Fourth Dimension, the restrictions on Ameron's strength would have been completely lifted. By then, he would have been too troublesome to deal

eyes and they way they were trying to distance themselves, Leonel felt that his smile might not have been as kind

lightly at Leonel's embarrassed expression. But, truthfully, Leonel made the right move in such a situation. The

Third Dimension for so long, it's only right they breakthrough. It's likely

"Aina."

slight blush coloring her