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?"

unlike the other nobles, Leonel didn't really have any background. As such, he didn't have subordinates in the truest sense. He

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

they would be greatly disappointed. Though they had only been with Leonel for a short time, the impression he had left on them was everlasting.

staying on Earth for much longer. The time for Valiant Heart Mountain's entrance ceremony was quickly coming

to have gotten a new pair of glasses. But, compared to the last pair, it was clear that this one wasn't a treasure,

on

capable hands, then, Prince Leonel." Tyrron smiled

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

his voice deep, but it came out with a certain smoothness that resonated with the heart. One would think you were being lulled into a land of dreams

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

nodded lightly, a warm smile on his face

have to thank you,

Leonel and Aina to pass them by and enter the city.

use to return to Earth. But, by this point, one of the women following behind him couldn't

Grand Prime Minister, this is

City in tiptop shape. Just when it was finally about time for them to reap their rewards, some long