Dimensional Descent

The Morales family wasn't under attack, at least not officially. Rather, the ships of several powers were in the surroundings, each one had come with "gifts", these gifts being Leonel's demands of them in exchange for the lives of their juniors.

Due to the matters that had happened the moment the Heir Wars ended, they hadn't had time to gather up these materials. But, Leonel's ability to read the intentions of people, and further these powers, only got sharper the stronger his mind became. He could see the difference between those that had come with the intention of actually paying up, and those that expected the gesture alone to be enough.

The Morales family elders had simply said that Leonel wasn't here, but how could these people believe that? So, they had started pressing, leaving their warships up in the air around the Morales capital. Of course, if it was aggressive enough for a war declaration, the Morales would have never come this far, but the intention was obvious enough.

However, as bold as the threat was, Leonel's lip curled. He could sense the hesitation, the fear, and why shouldn't they have such reservations? The momentum of the Morales was unlike anything they had ever seen. If not for his father's death, maybe they wouldn't even dare to do this much.

This was a test. They wanted to see how much they could push the Morales.

As Leonel walked toward the capital, his mother a half step behind him with a doting and caring expression on her face, his presence seemed to loom, becoming taller and taller until the world fell into its own sort of silence.

The engines of the warships still blared, the raging winds caused by their presences, and the distortions in gravity were still heavy, however in the end it still felt as though there was only one person that could be focused on.

The members of the Morales who were just passively observing this situation from the outside, not quite knowing of the internal conflict between Leonel and their own elders, felt a sense of pride well up in their hearts.

Heir War that would be remembered for generations, a man that stood atop the strongest collection

a Morales. He

and the flickers of their Constellation in the sky dimmed the momentum of the surrounding families considerably. The faces of their messengers

the reason for their partial caution in the first place. But even so, they still represented the whole of the Human Domain, and even the Suiard family and the Spirituals

Morales looked like, it was still the future and not the present. It was impossible for them to have taken full benefit from their Constellation and new Lineage Factor already. This was their best chance to suppress

the strongest these families could call forward without sending their Ancestors. If they sent their Ancestors, it would have a much different connotation, and they didn't want to take that step just yet. Instead,

beginning. Once again, the smaller families became a pawn in the game of the big wigs, countless smaller Seventh Dimensional families, and even a minority of Sixth Dimensional families, appearing as

intention of stepping off their ships and questioning Leonel

a sudden, the strength of the world trembled and their ships were locked in place, all of the Force Arts no longer responding to their call as though they were cut off

wouldn't

as Leonel strolled into the planet-swallowing palace of the Morales. Within, the elders were in heated discussion. They hadn't even gotten time to implement many of Leonel's changes

the Human Domain immediately, the cost of this was heavy, especially since they had already sent much of the evacuees back

wouldn't have

when had they trusted this brat so much? He