The Bloomberg Principality was somewhere near the center of the Southern Region, near one of the extreme poles of the Heavenly World.
It was a cold region without much civilization, but there were still several tribes that lived in the area for generations and had their own unique cultures.
The Bloomberg Principity was one of those so far disconnected from society that the people were hardly followers of Void Palace, however, even they had connections with the outside world.
This was because of the danger of Dimensional Cracks.
Dimensional Cracks weren't actually a rare occurrence.
Just like the gates and dungeons of the lower universe, Dimensional Cracks would appear anywhere and everywhere with no rhyme or reason.
However, unlike gates, Dimensional Cracks were created artificially, not as a product of the natural order.
Damien had information on all the Dimensional Cracks that he could find, but not all of them were tracked. There were just too many.
For the most part, they weren't too unbelievably dangerous, so they were taken care of by local practitioners and kept in their books, never to reach the ears of those in a much higher position than them.
Also, for the most part, Dimensional Cracks didn't rupture.
That was when they truly became dangerous.
At the end of the day, the Foreign Races were just that, foreign.
The Heavenly Order didn't hold any bias, but when its space was being controlled by foreign entities, its natural protections would be put into play regardless.
When a Dimensional Crack first spawned, it would remain in a closed state.
Nothing could enter the cosmos through it, however, entities from within the cosmos could enter it just fine.
With this mechanism as protection, practitioners could enter the cracks and kill everything inside before they could invade the world, just like how gates worked.
Dimensional Ruptures were avoided in most cases. That was because the cosmos had already realized how dangerous it would be if they were allowed to turn into ruptures.
This awareness of danger just didn't go further than that, which was a shame.
Nevertheless, Dimensional Ruptures happened when the Heavenly Order's protection was whittled down until it was broken.
At that point, the Foreign Races would charge through and invade, turning more and more land into their own territory until all of them were killed and the crack was dispersed.
Converted territories couldn't be regained, as found through past experiences had by the citizens of this world.
And, no matter how many Foreign Races died, they wouldn't stop pouring through the gate until it was destroyed.
In reality, Demigods still weren't forces that could be used easily, outside of war of course.
Damien's ability to create them in a mere hundred years was monstrous, and for the same reason that made that true, Dimensional Cracks that could kill Demigods were extremely worrying.
'We still don't know anything about the Foreign Races.'
Even the influences who had direct contact with them were still largely unaware of the true nature of the Foreign Races apart from the most basic information.
What would happen if their forces were just as plentiful or more plentiful than those the Heavenly World had?
All these questions stacked up in Damien's mind as he approached the Bloomberg Principality.
He wasn't alone this time. He'd brought two squads from his newly created army with them, both to give them experience and to have help dealing with the rupture.
These squads consisted of only Demigods. The first was led by Tiamat and consisted of Divinities from the Sanctuary.
As for the second, it contained both Dominic and Darius Void, along with a few talented Demigods from the Void Palace army.
They had come with their identities hidden for multiple reasons. Damien made sure to disguise his siblings' purple eyes as well as his own.
As for the rest, other than a few who had some reputation in the outside world, everyone was a new face being introduced to society as of this moment.
They weren't the only ones here either.
Several Demigods from nearby influences, and even some who came from a distance for this event, were also headed to the Dimensional Crack.
And, of course, not all of them were friendly.
'I purposefully created an opportunity for them, so it's only natural they take it.'
Right now, Damien had the image of someone arrogant, an image he created by autographing his actions in the Southwestern Region and announcing himself as Young Lord immediately afterward.
Leaving the palace now maintained that image, which gave those who despised him an opportunity to aim for his throat.
But his arrogance was a lie.
And everything they knew was a trap laid out for those individuals.
Damien had done so much planning.
At this point, it was hard to find a variable outside his control.
So he approached with confidence that nothing would go wrong.
And he laid his eyes on his very first Dimensional Crack.