"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.
