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…

direction, he could make himself believe that Leonel felt some anger toward him. Somehow, he felt that that would make him feel better. After all, anger was just another way of acknowledging someone's

him as though they

thought he would ever have to deal with emotions like this, he never thought anything could make him feel this

deep down, Jerach knew that his emotions were less

Jerach shook his head.

'It doesn't matter anymore.'

**

quests had truly not been over,

Leonel's expression changed.

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

understand what was happening. All he knew was that he was bound now, and even if he wasn't, it would take him too much time to undo Leonel's restrictions. His last thought was that Leonel

vision went black, collapsing to

widened.

Lancelot froze. "Huh?"

shackles that had held him down for decades

three times, then four times. Eventually, it got to

kicked up and even the several meter thick trees around them began

put a forearm over his eyes, trying to peak through to see what was happening. But, he soon realized that it

of knights they had brought with

down at Ameron's unconscious body and suddenly felt a bit bad. The reason he had taken him down like that was because if Camelot entered the Fourth Dimension, the restrictions on Ameron's

sent an apologetic gaze toward the other three hidden family members. But, considering the fear in their eyes and they way they were

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

Dimension for so long, it's only right they breakthrough. It's likely related to their unique

"Aina."

a slight blush coloring