Dimensional Descent

Uramus stood outside the tall bronzed doors of the Senate in a daze, not quite knowing what had just happened. He didn't even know how to wrap his mind around this. The Stalwart Polearm Party had been a Party for over 800 years. They had been a Majority or Shared Majority within the Senate for over 300. And yet, they had been demoted back down to a Faction… Just like that?

Uramus suddenly couldn't feel rage anymore. What he felt wasn't helplessness either. Rather, he felt guilt, guilty that a legacy that had lasted so long actually suffered such humiliation at his hands.

It had to be understood that Factions were a very important part of the Void Palace. The Void Palace wasn't just for training youths, it was forging the future leaders of the Human Domain. As such, Factions here represented something very different than it otherwise would.

There were several levels to Factions. Rookie Factions, Bronze Factions, Silver Factions, Gold Factions, Legacy Factions, and finally, Parties.

From Rookie to Gold was fairly straightforward, they separated power based on the strength of their leadership, their accomplishments, their number of members, their average strength, so on and so forth.

A Legacy Faction was a bit different. It wouldn't necessarily be stronger than a Gold Faction, however, it had been passed on and survived more than a single generation. This would happen when the Leader of a Faction promoted to greater ranks, left to enter a Party, or was granted a Title by a Party.

This wouldn't be considered a betrayal. In fact, a Legacy Faction would gain great prestige if their Leader was recruited by a Party. There were only 999 Senate Seats and a limited number of Parties could claim them depending on their feats of strength. A Faction promoting to a Party was extraordinarily rare, so rare, in fact, that it might only occur once every few hundred years. As such, the most talented of Faction leaders would choose to take this route.

Finally, there was the level of Parties. Parties were those who held the truest power within the Void Palace to the point where they could assert control over the rules that governed everyone.

Parties, for example, the Party Whip who

were Parties that controlled at

less than 500 seats and as such might be overruled by the combined effort of all

controlled over 500 seats between them. As such, if the two Parties agreed on anything, there was nothing the other Parties could do. But… That was exactly the reason for the latter's

Parties looking for a method to finally breathe and break through. The fall of a giant would result in an uprise in competition. They

how such a thing had happened. The rulebook of Void Senators was far too long and he couldn't' be bothered to read all of it. He had thought that because they controlled 244 Seats, no one

one enemy had demoted them all the way from a Shared Majority Party down to a Legacy Faction and he didn't even

listlessly stared up into

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Council Hall wasn't just made up of its gathering location, but also doubled as the main base of most Parties. As the

the door

gaze narrowed, but didn't rise, nor did he seem too surprised. The young man that walked in did so leisurely, his expression not wavering in

handsome, his overly chiseled jaw being a hallmark of his looks. His skin was bronzed, as was his hair, a pair of hazel eyes acting