Dimensional Descent

The two young men seemed to ride a wave of weapon Force, landing on their pillars with a bang. Despite the seniority of those around them, their visages were the picture of indifference. It was clear at a glance why they were chosen to carry the future of their families.

Alejandro didn't bother to close his eyes once again and he had long since regained his composure. He angled his head to the skies, seemingly waiting to see if anyone else would appear.

This was unlikely, whether it was the Void Palace or Shield Cross Stars, they were both committed to neutrality, and everyone else of note was already present. Plus, the Void Palace wasn't made up of families and organizations like this, while Shield Cross Stars, although they were, were very invested in not placing any sort of nepotism front and center for obvious reasons.

"It seems like everyone is here," Alejandro said lightly.

Although his voice was soft, it easily traveled to everyone.

"The purpose of this gathering is to discuss the finalized rules of the Heir Wars, however..."

Alejandro's gaze flashed with lightning, the clouds above darkening.

"The Morales family and I, as their Patriarch, would like to make something very clear first.

"First, Earth has never been our target. The secrets of the Morales family are beyond your understanding, and if you think that the hot blood that runs through our veins is capable of taking advantage of a fledgling world which is yet to be capable of standing on its own two feet..."

CRACK! BooM!

echoing

too much of your inferiority toward

flashed like

whether you believe us or not. We have never needed your acknowledgement, nor will we ever need it. If you think

you need to read between the lines with us. There is one and only one

all that the dignity of the Morales family cannot be infringed

to keep this small reminder on a stage the younger generation can claim, but this

that numbers will oppress us and force us to take a step

or if outsiders will. Feel free to take your pick,

voice had gone from a light whisper to a

the Morales were a group of madmen, but never had they expected that they would rather war against the whole

the final line the Morales were drawing, there wouldn't

so many families sitting around him made his blood boil, his Spear Force threatening to rage out of control. Even an Eighth Dimensional expert had appeared,

hope you don't know what's good for you. My blade

ground, landing by Alejandro with

words are correct, though, it's best that we keep this to the younger generation, the patience of the older is much

a gaze across everyone

we do not change our plans for the sake of the pressure of outsiders. I, as the eldest brother of the Nova Generation,

generation of