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!

suffocating BOOM echoing through all their hearts

too much of

gaze flashed

We 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

the lines with us. There

as a reminder to you all that the dignity of the Morales

it is facing, we've decided to keep this small reminder on a stage the younger

oppress us and force us to take a step back, we will

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

voice had gone from a light whisper to a booming cadence. Those from lesser

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

was the final line the Morales were drawing,

The pressure of so many families sitting around him made his blood boil, his Spear Force threatening to

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

ground, landing by

temper has been the best recently. His words are correct, though, it's best that we keep this to the

a gaze across everyone

all 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 brothers when I say whether you all participate or not, makes little to no difference. Our real competition

experience what every generation of Morales