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?"

such, he didn't have subordinates in the truest sense. He

recalled to the capital. In addition, they couldn't be truly considered Leonel's men.

that this was Leonel's thinking, they would be greatly disappointed. Though they had only been with Leonel for a short time, the

for Valiant Heart Mountain's entrance ceremony was quickly coming up, so any thoughts of building up a faction on

familiar entourage of people walked out. Among them, there was Tyrron who seemed to have gotten a new pair of glasses. But, compared to the last pair, it was clear that this one wasn't a treasure, so

when he laid eyes on Leonel and

this City in your capable hands, then, Prince

time Leonel had heard his voice. Even during the negotiations for Camelot, he hadn't breathed a

person had the right to treat their words like gold. It was simply too

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

the aids following him were quite obviously displeased. Leonel, didn't pay very

a warm smile on his face as

have to thank you, then. Your efforts are

by and enter the city. The clicking of the

brandishing talismans of their own for their use to return to

Prime Minister, this

week trying to get the City in tiptop shape. Just when it was finally about time for them to reap their rewards, some long lost Prince swooped in and stole