Dimensional Descent

"That's the Kaefir family's entourage!"

The outside of the valiant city was bustling. It was not much different from the people of Earth meeting their celebrities.

To the common folk, a family that ruled of a City like Kaefir's was far beyond their reach. To see them in the flesh like this was an opportunity of a lifetime.

These people knew that they would never have the chance to enter Brave City. But they still traveled here from all over just to catch a glimpse of the festivities. The best part was that they could do so safely. No beasts or Invalids would dare to enter even the ten kilometer radius of Brave City. The aura around it was simply too oppressive. Thanks to this, it was often even safer to be here than it would be to stay at their homes…

"The Swan family escort is here!"

The crowd boiled once again. What could excite the people more if not rivalry and competition?

Not only were the Swan and Keafir family's both long standing enemies, but they also both had the strength to stand out amidst the crowd.

Terrain had a system of Cities and Powers. They worked together to balance one another.

While the Cities were ruled by City Lords, the Powers were ruled by Patriarchs and Matriarchs.

Of course, there were divisions amongst Cities and within Powers. But, both Kaefir and Swan City were both the highest Tier 9 Cities. They stood at the helm of the world along with the strongest Powers. If not, they would never have teleportation hubs.

The warriors of the Swan and Kaefir families swept glances over one another, a haughty air exuding from them all. They seemed to toe a line of acknowledgement and indifference.

members of the escort, they were aware that they wouldn't be allowed to enter the city gates. Only

that the

gripped the reins of his war horse so tightly that the imprint seeped into his skin and even became

Zilar looked toward him with pitying gazes and couldn't help but push their

something he had worked so hard for. How

Heira was more powerful than he was, so her word was final.

that moment, the door to the

a step below that of

well with her deep black hair and fair complexion. A perpetual, inviting smile hung from her lips,

this young woman stepped out, eight youths riding war horses of their own stepped down from them, following

"Young Miss Swan…"

seemed to be

reaching its peak,

didn't look directly at the crowd, but it still felt as though she had greeted them all one by one. She was nothing like the flustered young lady who didn't know how

some tips from her own sister-in-law, her own demeanor

that instant that something no one could have possibly expected

person stepped out from the carriage, but his appearance

young man appeared, it was as though a spear had suddenly been brandished before the world. A sharpening blade resonated in the ears of

a faint violet hue collecting around him like a cloud. It felt as though his immediate surroundings had become his inescapable domain, a place he controlled all to

side didn't even have a chance to manifest before they were ruthlessly crushed. It was to the point that no one even noticed the black

stunned. Was this the same young man who had sat quietly within