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…

never looked in his direction, he could make himself believe that Leonel felt some anger toward him. Somehow, he felt that that

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, let alone

Jerach knew that his emotions were less about Leonel and

Jerach shook his head.

'It doesn't matter anymore.'

**

shock. He hadn't expected that the Zone quests had truly not been over, but he had expected even less that the 'reward'

Leonel's expression changed.

waiting for anyone to react, he shot to Ameron's side and sent the

by the 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 much time to undo Leonel's restrictions. His last

black,

eyes widened.

Lancelot froze. "Huh?"

held him down for decades suddenly imploded. Strength flooded into his body at

the blink of an eye he was 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 he was in comparison

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

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 them were experiencing similar

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

toward the other three hidden family members. But, considering the fear in their eyes and they way they were trying to distance themselves, Leonel felt that his

Leonel's embarrassed expression. But, truthfully, Leonel made the right move in such a situation. The worst case scenario was definitely a terrible situation

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

"Aina."

a slight