Ancestor Okesh had a powerful masculine voice but his or in this case her appearance was the complete opposite.
She was a simple young girl with average looks and an average figure.
With long black hair that reached her toes and beautiful emerald eyes, she stood at a solid 170cm(5ft6).
Even though she could only be described as average this was made up by her Extremely refined demeanor and deep enchanting eyes.
From her aura alone anyone could tell she was special one way or another.
She wore a long ancient white martial robe that had multiple intricate runic designs and writings. All in all, she seemed majestic as she quietly observed the slight shock on their faces.
"So, dear Scion. What can I do for you?"
Without responding Lucius created an energy blade and cut one of his arteries open and allowed his golden blood to flow out.
As soon as the first drop reached the floor, all the Reizon members of the underground felt their souls shudder and an announcement rung out.
{Bloodline grade: Exior Origin Grade.}
{Owner: Scion Lucius O. Reizon.}
{All executive rights and powers shall be handed to the Scion.}
{Welcome the new True Patriarch.}
A robotic voice echoed throughout the underground and everyone, without exception, kneeled and greeted their new Leader.
"WE WELCOME THE NEW TRUE PATRIARCH OF THE REIZON HOUSE! GLORY SHALL FOLLOW!"
Their powerful voices shook the underground. Simultaneously they all rushed towards Lucius's position and gathered behind ancestor Okesh.
"Greetings, I am Lucius Orcleon Reizon."
"Scion of The above and the new True Patriarch of the Below. The two beings behind me are the past Patriarch and Matriarch of the below as well as my grandparents. Please show your respect."
Once again they all kneeled and recited their greetings. There was no reluctance or anger within their voices as all their actions seemed sincere and pure.
'Look at this brat, already acting as a bonafide leader! What can I say! He's my grandson after all!' Thought Mavis with a proud smirk.
"Let's go to the Throne room. There is much to discuss."
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Lucius sat on an immense golden throne, bathed in overflowing white Qi.
The throne seemed to be made of multiple dragon parts as every inch of it was carved in Draconic runes and designs while simultaneously exuding and overwhelming Draconic pressure on all the beings within the room.
'How can he seat on the throne of Dragon ascension so causally as a mortal? Even I would die just getting near it.' Quietly thought Ancestor Okesh.
Lucius Looked like a God in the flesh as he sat on the golden throne.
His gaze seemed to be unavoidable and his reach infinite. His young child's body didn't stand out but instead added to the image of a young divinity.
In the throne room a few million beings stood facing him but at the front were 12 beyond-powerful beings that looked at Lucius with curious gazes.
"The 12 Lances. Hm… aren't you guys supposed to be more powerful?"
One of the 12 took a step forward and slightly bowed before introducing herself.
"Greetings Patriarch. I am Noya, Lance of Nihility. As for your question, we have recently faced a calamity which forced us to over-exert ourselves, therefore, weakening us."
Noya was a beautiful lady that looked to be in her late 20s.
She had a perfectly sculpted peach-like face and beautiful rosy lips. Her figure was perfect and balanced as her long purple hair perfectly complemented her crimson eyes.
"The eldritch invasions still haven't been solved? Are any of the other houses even helping?"
Internally the 12 were beyond shocked at their young leader's words but they didn't ask questions and stayed calm.
"Yes, Patriarch. They have actually been exponentially increasing. The other houses have been very timid in their approach but they have still contributed. Do you have any instructions on the subject?"
Noya asked this last question to try and probe Lucius. From his flamboyant entrance to his royal demeanor and seemingly knowledgeable air, everything was odd about this young man. She wanted to get an insight into who their new leader was. She wanted to see if he was truly worthy of the prestige Mavis and the previous patriarches had built.
" I do but we'll take care of that later. First help my grandparents go through their retirement ceremony then actuate all the protective formations."
Mavis and Aurelia, who were standing behind the lances, smirked as the Lances gazed at them with reverence and respect as they only nodded at Lucius's words.
Another one of the 12 stepped up but this time it was a man.
He had short black hair with an unkept beard that covered his whole childish face with clear blue eyes.
He wore loose martial robes and his demeanor seemed to be as nonchalant as it could be as he exhibited a hunched back and a lazy step.
"Hello, leader. I'm Kroy, Lance of sinful virtue. If you don't mind I'd like to take this task on. I've been an avid supporter of sir Mavis, it'd be an honor for me to lead such a ceremony."
Lucius stayed silent for a second while he looked at Kroy's Deep blue eyes that screamed of confidence and power despite his demeanor.
Though he noticed his lack of etiquette and respect towards him, he didn't mind.
"Watch your mouth young man. You are talking to the patriarch right now." Said Noya with a cold tone.
Kroy shrugged off Noya's nagging while he waited for Lucius's response.
" I don't really like to prove myself to people so let's do this now. All of you, attack me intending to kill, if you manage to kill me you will be crowned as the new patriarch."
Lucius waved his hand and reality bent.
What was once a throne room packed with millions of people had turned into an immense colosseum. The massive crowd that was behind the 12 found themselves in the stands of this mighty colosseum.
Lucius was in the middle of this mighty colosseum, facing the 12 Lances.
"Common, let's get to it!"