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!

a suffocating BOOM echoing through all their hearts

much of your inferiority

gaze flashed like

give a damn whether you believe us or not. 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 Wars, you're nothing short of mistaken, and

the lines with us. There

reminder to you all that the dignity of the

small reminder on a stage

that numbers will oppress us and force us to take a step back, we will see what

Human Domain first, or if outsiders will. Feel free to

light whisper to a booming cadence. Those from

had they

was the final line the Morales were drawing, there

blood boil, his Spear Force threatening to rage out of control. Even an Eighth Dimensional expert had appeared, how could

what's

that moment, a figure rose up from the ground, landing by Alejandro with a light cough

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

swept a gaze across

outsiders. I, as the eldest brother of the Nova Generation, speak for my brothers when I say whether you

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