Dimensional Descent

Marcello was shocked. This was the capital of the Tarius family, the core of the Constellation Alliance. How could there be an attack here without any further information? How could they not have been alerted? Any family worth their salt would have countless outposts stretching from the edge of their territory to the very core. Even if dozens failed, there would still be dozens more. It simply didn't make sense for anyone to get this far without their knowledge.

Marcello's expression changed again as he realized something else. The planet's protective formation, a formation that had stood for hundreds of years and was maintained with the full force of the family, had fallen already.

The quaking of the planet was none other than a sign of its collapse, and at this moment, the noblest of the Tarius family were on the chopping block. A single string from a Tier 2 Warship could destroy the entire planet. Even if the Ancestors took action now, it would still be too late. Just how had this happened?

The worst-case scenario that Marcello was expecting didn't happen.

In the skies, half a dozen starships surrounded the planet. They were far smaller than anything Marcello had ever seen before, but the power of their lasers was so precise that they perfectly targeted the weaknesses of their formation.

Each was about the quarter the size of a normal moon, and their swiftness was unlike anything he had ever seen before. They moved with such fluidity out of the way of the retaliation of the Tarius family and then flew to one another's sides, forming a large Force Art between them that repelled another onslaught back toward the planet.

And then they appeared. Armored like a rainbow, battalions and troops of all kinds of solid colors.

Marcello had never seen an army like this one. It was normal for an army to have a single banner they flew under, and a single uniform they all shared. But he had never seen an army that had so many different armors at once, at least not when attacking as one unit. It felt disjointed, unprofessional, even a bit childish...

Until it suddenly wasn't.

million wearing shimmering white gold armors flickered, and before Marcello could even understand what was happening, the next volley of attacks to the army passed right through them as though they

wasn't until there was suddenly a devastating boom on the ground that Marcello realized what was happening. It was all an illusion, maybe they had never been in the skies in the first place. No, maybe it was that they had been in the skies, but while they were all focused on what was happening above, the battle on

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war. In addition, like Marcello's family had said, they were very ready for war as well. The moment their enemy didn't choose to destroy their planet with a single laser strike, they were able to recover and begin their counter

found their options being whittled down one by

large-scale war machines became useless because they couldn't pinpoint the starships in the skies. On top of that, the

Their Bow Force couldn't gather at all, and this was the most devastating blow they could have faced. Their most powerful weapons and large-scale Force Arts all relied on

when it settled in.

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are attacking!" A young man far too big and burly

messenger, their gazes dark. They already knew this, they had figured it out the moment their Bow

of action. They would send an Ancestor to kill Leonel, no matter what the cost. And they did exactly

this Ancestor appeared, they

afterward, but they were cut down by