Chapter 441 - Interrupt

"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...

At least if Leonel never looked in his direction, he could make himself believe that Leonel felt some anger toward him. Somehow, he felt that that would make him feel better. After all, anger was just another way of acknowledging someone's existence.

But, to so genuinely treat him as though they had never met before...

As the son 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 due to someone he had met so recently.

However, deep down, Jerach knew that his emotions were less about Leonel and more about letting down himself.

'This makes sense, though. They've been stuck at the peak of the Third Dimension for so long, it's only right they breakthrough. It's likely related to their unique magic system, too...'

"Aina."

"Hm?" Aina blinked, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

Leonel couldn't help but smile when he saw this. She was still so shy, all he did was call her name.

Aina currently found it troublesome to even look at Leonel. Every time she did, she would remember what happened before...

She furiously shook her head, looking away.

Leonel began to ask the question he was planning to, but Lancelot's sudden burst of laughter shocked him out of his train of thought.

Lancelot spread out his arms as though trying to catch the rays of the sun falling through the heavy canopies above. For the first time in months, the heavy rain of Camelot finally came to a stop, allowing the clouds to separate.

As a warrior, Lancelot had spent his whole life training. He never thought there would be a day where he could finally break through the final barrier, but here that day was. He felt better than he ever had before.

To an outside observer, he had simply broken through. But to him, it felt as though he had seen the light at the end of a dark tunnel. He hadn't thought that a simple shift in his mindset would bring him such benefits.

"Leonel, thank you!"

Leonel opened his mouth to respond again, but it seemed as though the universe had something against him today. But, this time, the cause of the interruption was far more serious. It was serious to the point where it just might decide the life and death of Earth as a world.

The sound of shattering glass reverberated throughout. Whether you were on Camelot, on the Moon, or on Earth, everyone heard it. It felt as though the fabric of time and space itself was quaking, threatening to tear itself apart.

Leonel looked up through the dense foliage, barely catching a glimpse of a sight he would never forget in his life.

A city had appeared in the sky. And, this city was falling toward them.

At the top of this city's gates, a lone woman dressed in black robes accented by white soft armor stood, a massive hammer in her hand as she looked down toward the rapidly approaching Camelot.

A bloodthirsty aura soon enveloped their lands. Those faint of heart felt as though there simply wasn't enough air to breathe.

Terrain was invading.