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 through all their

too much of

flashed like

us or not. We have never needed your acknowledgement, nor will we ever need

read between the lines with us. There is one and

that's as a reminder to you all that the dignity of the

is facing, we've decided to keep this small reminder on

will oppress us and force us

outsiders will. Feel free to take your pick, and while you're at it, be sure to understand

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

always heard that the Morales were a group of madmen, but never had they expected

line the Morales were

true self. The pressure of 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, how could his blood

to me, I hope you don't know what's good

from the ground, landing by Alejandro

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

swept a gaze

change our plans for the sake of the pressure of outsiders. I, as the eldest brother of the Nova Generation, speak for my brothers when I say whether you all participate or not, makes little to no

as it alwavs has been and you all can experience what every generation of Morales has experienced. If