Dimensional Descent

Rychard's eyes widened. The sudden commotion would have snapped anyone awake, and he, who had been lost in his own world of fantasies, was no different.

His head snapped into the skies, his pupils constricting in shock as he watched thousands of Luxnix swoop down from their bird constructs, immediately and without reserve levying attacks toward the guards that reacted from the Viola estate.

For a moment, Rychard was in a daze. All his plotting and scheming, all his years of training and preparation, could have never made him ready for this day. He couldn't wrap his head around what was happening.

Had they already found out about their losses? That was absolutely impossible. Rychard had been discreet and as careful as one could be. On top of this, that battle had just ended. How could there possibly have been time to assemble such a contingent? If even that wasn't enough, had this been knowledge the Luxnix used to act upon, the Montex would have definitely jumped aboard to take advantage as well.

Everything pointed toward the fact that the Luxnix had been planning to do this from the very beginning. But, Rychard truly couldn't understand where their confidence came from.

If the Luxnix weren't aware of their 20% loss, then why would they ever take this risk? The three families had always been neck in neck in terms of strength. Launching an attack like this would only cause suffering on both sides and leave the Montex to benefit from the ashes left behind.

What Rychard had no way of knowing was that the balance had been broken long ago. In fact, the balance had been broken three generations ago and it had only continued to tip in favor of the Luxnix. Just a single generation ago, they had already had strength to rival both the Montex and Viola combined. And now, even though this generation had yet to fully mature, they had lost their patience and begun to bare their fangs.

"Seith! What is the meaning of this?!"

The booming voice of the Viola family Patriarch boomed.

The Sixth Dimensional existences of the Viola hadn't even had time to catch their breaths and restore their paled faces when they were forced to come out once again.

put the Viola in such a sorry state before the battle had

a sign of how correct their Ancestor had been? They had patiently waited three generations, biding their time and pretending to be equals with

the Luxnix possibly miss something

had been harping

that Miel had killed a fifth of them was only a small part of the story. This didn't

to say that Miel alone

Myghell was even more affirmed in his

originally wanted these matters to continue naturally. But, he also understood that

passive person to begin with. If he insisted on neutrality when allowing things to go on 'naturally', he would ironically be going against

details of this matter to begin with. He already realized that he was acting differently than he normally

only a possibility that the prophecy spoken of on the tablet spoke of a union of marriage between himself and Aina. But, even if it was just a possibility, how could he ever allow a woman who might

of a wedding, with so many people invited and the guards of the Viola stretched thin, what better time would there be to attack? Plus, the three generation waiting period marked down by his Ancestor had already passed as well. What else was

however… was a truly pleasant surprise. It seemed

than waiting for Seith to respond, Myghell flipped over a palm

SHIIING! SHIIING! SHIIING! SHIIING!