Dimensional Descent

Seith wasn't a fool.

As things stood now, he and the Patriarch's Faction were in a precarious position. Of course, his chair on the Star Order Council was practically set in stone, as was the case for every Patriarch before him. However… He simply wasn't satisfied with this.

Of all the Patriarch's in Luxnix history, Seith would not only be the one with the shortest tenure, but he would also be, by far, the most emasculated. Ever since Myghell began to show his talents, Seith had fallen by the wayside and this Crown Heir of their family had become the de facto Patriarch. In fact, many of Seith's roles in the family now were the very same roles he had had as the former Crown Heir. It was nothing short of humiliating to an extreme.

While he was sweating over the daily tasks of the family, Myghell lived a life of leisure. He had all the resources he could ever want, all the access he could ever want, and even had certain clearances that Seith himself couldn't easily access.

Seith had worked his whole life for the sake of claiming the Patriarch position, but everything he had dreamed and pined for was put on the back burner for a junior who didn't seem to care very much for the family to begin with.

He couldn't understand why those old bastards couldn't see it. Myghell had no family in the Luxnix, he at most had thin blood ties twice or thrice removed. Among all those who called themselves Luxnix in the main family, he was probably the most detached and he had clearly made it a point not to form ties that were too close to anyone else.

However, the Star Order Council were blinded by his talent. Not only had they chosen Myghell over Leonel, but what Seith cared the most about was the fact they had actually chosen Myghell over him.

They practically stripped his position of all the power it was worth. He was nothing more than a figurehead for his own family, a happy face to show to outsiders.

In his youth, he had had dreams of eradicating the Viola and Montex families, claiming the entirety of the Sector for the Luxnix. But, he had practically been castrated.

in the family had entered a state of hibernation, all for the sake of Myghell and his maturation

as much as he hated Myghell and the Star

released such a signal? Well, wasn't it

Only in this sort of Chaos could he have the chance to rise again and become the Patriarch that he

that in the years of arrogance the Luxnix had been fostering, they had been

BANG!

up, it smashed into an invisible dome above. The instant the Patriarch's Emblem had activated, so

complex hieroglyph-like formations crawled through the skies, shimmering in golds, whites and silvers as

pillar of light splitting into countless

Estate, thousands of Feather Sword warriors were alerted, the pins on their lapels lighting up one after another. Their expressions only had time to turn serious before

in the location of the battlefield, the blinding lights only seemed to continue. The number

time it all faded, the Feather Sword warriors all stood proud and tall. Of course, this number only included those that were currently in the estate and hadn't been deployed. In addition, there were no Twelve Point Feather Sword warriors in sight as they were the personal guard of the Star

"Patriarch!"

of their voices even dwarfed Seith's earlier shout. However, Seith made no move to command them. He was waiting, waiting for something

going to send these Feather Sword warriors off to their death, that would

coincidence, an illusion, or maybe reality, the protective barrier of the estate seemed