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.

entourages came to a stop about half a kilometer from the looming city gates. Even as members of the escort, they were aware that they wouldn't be allowed to enter the city gates. Only the elites amongst the elite would be allowed to

They all knew that the group of young men and women around the center and the elites within the carriage were the only ones that would

the reins of his war

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

adulation should have been Zilar's. Yet, he wouldn't even get to participate in something he had worked so hard for. How

more powerful than he was, so her word was final. Nothing

the door to the Swan

was a step below

a modest blue dress that matched well with her deep black hair and fair complexion. A perpetual, inviting smile hung

woman stepped out, eight youths riding war horses of their own

"Young Miss Swan…"

seemed to be breathless for a

was reaching its peak,

it still felt as though she had greeted them all one by one. She was

up some tips from her own sister-in-law, her own demeanor was even slightly more refined than

something no one could have possibly expected to happen

carriage, but his appearance came with what sounded like the

brandished before the world. A sharpening blade resonated in the ears of all those who saw him, causing

gently beneath his billowing aura, a faint violet hue collecting around him like a cloud. It felt as though his immediate surroundings had become his inescapable domain,

he wasn't worthy to stand by her side didn't even have a chance to manifest before they were ruthlessly crushed. It was to the

even Syl was stunned. Was this the same young man who had sat quietly within their carriage for so long? The same young man who had entered their city in