Dimensional Descent

White City seemed to have a veil of darkness hanging over it.

This wasn't particularly unexpected. As far as the citizens of White City were aware, they had just lost the war.

The truth of the matter was that with how tight lipped the City Lords had been about this operation, the citizens of Terrain as a whole knew little about what was happening. It was only after they descended onto Earth that these matters were made known to the masses.

Unfortunately for some, not all of the citizens trapped here were even citizens of Terrain. Many had come from other worlds to sight-see and purchase various local delicacies and staples.

But now, for obvious reasons, the teleportation stations had been shut down. So, these tourists were stuck here in a war they wanted no part of. One way or another, these people would never benefit, so it could be imagined how aggrieved they were feeling.

That said, in such a high stakes environment, not many dared to make their displeasure known on a large scale. By the same token, though, those that did dare to voice out their demands most definitely didn't come from simple backgrounds.

This only added to the underlying tension the city was under.

It was this situation that Leonel and Aina walked into. They looked toward the looming city gates in silence, their demeanors serious.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Why even risk it?" Aina asked. "It can't be for the money, right?"

in the truest sense. He didn't have anyone

capital. In addition, they couldn't be truly considered Leonel's men. After all, he had only known them for a short

be greatly disappointed. Though they had only been with Leonel for a short time, the impression he had left on them was everlasting. They were more than willing to follow him

on Earth for much longer. The time for Valiant Heart Mountain's entrance ceremony was quickly coming up, so any thoughts

opened as a familiar entourage of people walked out. Among them, there was Tyrron who seemed to have gotten

he laid eyes on Leonel

in your capable hands, then, Prince Leonel." Tyrron

his voice. Even during the negotiations

his voice was quite soothing, almost too much so. Such a person had the right to treat their words

the heart. One would think you were being lulled into a land of dreams just being

Tyrron's expression was amiable, the aids following him were quite obviously displeased. Leonel, didn't pay very much attention

warm smile on

thank you, then. Your efforts are

them by and enter the city.

own for their use to return to Earth. But, by this point, one of the women following

Grand Prime Minister, this is

slaved for the past week trying to get the City in tiptop shape. Just when it was finally about time for them to reap their rewards, some long