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!

across the skies, a suffocating BOOM echoing through all their

too much of your inferiority

gaze flashed like

have never needed your acknowledgement, nor will we ever need it. If you think you've forced our hand by causing this change in the Heir Wars,

between the lines with us. There is

you all that the dignity of the Morales

is facing, we've decided to keep this small reminder on a stage the younger generation can claim, but this is the one and

and force

outsiders will. Feel free to take your pick, and while

and Alejandro's voice had gone from a light whisper to a booming

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

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

around him made his blood boil, his Spear Force threatening to rage out of control. Even an Eighth Dimensional

don't know what's good for

up from the ground, landing by Alejandro with

the best recently. His words are correct, though, it's best that we keep this to the younger generation, the patience

gaze across everyone

here. The Morales truly do not fear anyone and we do not change our plans for the sake of the pressure of outsiders. I, as the eldest brother of the Nova Generation, speak for my

can experience what every generation of Morales has experienced. If you do not like the rules. feel free to