Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked into the city to find it quite silent. It was clear that Tyrron and the others had done an excellent job.

By now, the patrolling troops had been replaced with officials of Earth, a stark change from the 500 youths that had been tasked with maintaining order previously. Though these men and women were less powerful, their training was more substantial and, most importantly, there were far more of them.

Seeing Leonel's entry, the Head of the patrol units came forward quickly, saluting respectfully.

"Prince!"

Leonel still couldn't quite get used to this form of address. But, he thought it would be a bit ridiculous if he asked them all to call him Captain, so he let it slide.

"The patrol --."

Leonel shook his head. "It's fine, you don't need to explain these things to me. I'll be headed to the City Lord's mansion. Just be prepared to see to my orders. Here."

Leonel handed the Head patrol guard a talisman that would make communication smoother. To Leonel, drawing such a talisman was as easy as breathing.

Though Leonel hadn't had any formal training in talisman drawing and it could be considered a profession outside of Force Crafting, their roots were practically identical. In fact, Leonel was probably better than most low level Talisman Crafters thanks to his ability.

The profession relied on precision and accuracy, and these were things that Leonel was best at.

The Head patrol guard was bit taken aback by Leonel's dismissiveness. But, he still respectfully accepted Leonel's talisman and watched as the pair began to walk around the city seemingly without aim.

Every so often, the patrol units would come across Leonel and Aina. Without fail, each would immediately respectfully bow before continuing along their patrolling routes.

What of them expected, though, was for this stroll of Leonel's to last so many hours.

who was the better at administration. Leonel couldn't even bother to listen to the layout

had lost his way to the City Lord's mansion

only became weirder. Whereas before they thought that Leonel was aimlessly wasting time, now they weren't

wanted to waste time, shouldn't they do it

Aina. Every so often, her laughter would ring through the empty

was to enjoy his time with Aina, wouldn't they have been better

streets. By now, all the stalls were empty, the restaurants were closed, and the

what could there be

Leonel obviously didn't explain himself. He walked down street

this had been the longest time Aina spent relaxing in a very long time. Though she felt one part guilty, she couldn't help but feel another part ease as well. This feeling was completely new to her, she couldn't help but enjoy it. Her

…

I'm serious." Leonel said

Aina rolled her eyes. "No person in their right mind

Leonel stood his

stopped walking, her

psychopaths put milk

down, his eyes lighting with a wild light. "If you put in milk first, you can control the amount of cereal. If you put in

speed eater, by the time you get to the bottom, you'll have

Next thing you know you'll be

"Well…"

to be kidding

you can't just make a cake entirely out of icing, right?

with you." Aina walked away, pretending to ignore