Dimensional Descent

While everyone was distracted, Leonel had already moved, making it to Conrad and James in a few steps and grabbing a side of the latter's collar himself. Another person might have chosen to fight off Conrad first, but Leonel was well aware how foolish such a choice was.

No matter what just happened, securing James' safety came first. No matter what happened between them, James was still his best friend. And, luckily, he had the now darkened lights on his side.

As expected, Conrad wasn't able to react. Seeing that Leonel now had a firm grip on James himself, he could only let go, allowing Leonel to pull James up.

"Leo…?" James' words slurred.

It was only now that Leonel realized James had actually been unconscious. It was likely his head that had smashed the window apart, it wouldn't be surprising if he was diagnosed with a concussion. Coupling that with the fact he was drunk and it was a recipe for disaster.

"Heeey, maaan. You're late, my sister-in-law was waiting on yoouu…"

Leonel sucked in a cold breath through his teeth when James heavily leaned on him. He was really in no shape to be taking on such a burden, but he still carried him out, letting him sit on the couch.

"Chef, do you have any gas burners back there? We need some light." Leonel called out.

The Four-Star Chef who had not said a word even when James' life was on the line finally looked a bit shaken. He didn't seem to know what was going on.

"… Yes… We use a blow torch for the finishing touches of certain dishes…"

He absentmindedly fumbled through the dark, pulling out the draw of a hidden compartment to take the torch he was speaking of. But, before he could think to hand it to Leonel, it happened.

In that few minutes, it felt that the planet would collapse. A cacophony of booms so loud Leonel had no choice but to cover his ears sounded. The earth beneath their feet trembled fiercer, the building swaying wildly from left to right.

It was then that Leonel froze. He didn't need to think to know what was causing this…

The Paradise Islands!

'Dad…'

A bout of worry seized Leonel's chest. No Paradise Islands were allowed to have routes that crossed over important landmarks. The top ten Academies, government buildings, and historical landmarks all fit this description. So, they were safe, for better or worse.

However, Leonel didn't care about his own safety. He was worried about his father.

Higher class Paradise Islands like the ones him and his father lived on had several safety features in case an event just like this one happened, however they weren't perfect by any stretch of the imagination. This was especially so considering the scope of this power outage.

to the surface — the closest they could get, in fact. If their island crashed into some of the high

end, Leonel could only force his

out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However, before everything happened, their wrist watches had warned

earth with his hands firmly clasped over his ears. It was lucky that their buildings were

could go here didn't think often of the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally obscure the

and more aware that each

several began to heave and vomit. A putrid smell filled the fourth floor lobby along with mute

yet to even begin, yet billions

unconcealed pity. Even though he had closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, keeping his visage expressionless as he covered his ears,

the surface, not all of them were able to have a home in those protected zones. Their families might very well die by

had become aware of just how

happened. He carefully took James' shirt off,

a concussion, but the remnant shards of glass on the bottom ledge of

from the Four-Star Chef, Leonel borrowed a few scented candles from a resident of the dorm and lit them, finally giving them a

game were still here, or if they had left to their homes. After all, it had been over an hour, approaching two, since the game ended.

glass stuck in his flesh. Finally, he wrapped them after disinfecting

"Love you, man…"

light snoring soon after. Those here couldn't help but think he

his head, his gaze turning empty for a

else knew as well. As one

that it was more, but he had to admit to himself that he had no real evidence for this being the case. It was just that… how could the mighty Ascension Empire which unified Earth

that there was something that caused this outage actively. It wasn't a mistake, but rather an event even their Empire had

stockpiles several years worth of food in an abundance of caution thanks

usual carrying capacity due to the game and the after party. Also, without power, the large freezers will slowly lose their heat. It'll be even faster

believe I'm being overly paranoid. The food here is enough to last a month easily before they

quickly. A part of him wanted to act frugally out of caution, but another part understood that unless people had evidence toward how dangerous this situation was, they wouldn't listen. This was simply

this. He only wanted to go and see if his father was alright,

I can't stand

there a second longer. Usually such a mess of vomit would

Conrad from walking away, and why would

seemed that Conrad wasn't destined to get very

previous earthquakes and that the dormitory was collapsing. But in the next

imagination to know that if there ever was a spatial tear, it would look exactly like this. Maybe the only thing that deviated from his fanciful image was the fact it lit up the night sky as

else was the same. The abrupt cognitive dissonance, its black, starry innards,