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.

Island very close to the surface — the closest they could get, in fact. If their island crashed into some of the high rise skyscrapers first, it could slow its descent enough to save his father's life. These skyscrapers were exactly the very last line of defense for these disasters. They were

Leonel could only force his

caused by some sort of system-wide failure, he would immediately run out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However, before everything happened, their wrist watches had warned of a Class 9 Code Red. It was very obvious that there

over his ears. It was lucky that their buildings were built with the highest earthquake

of the Paradise Islands above their heads.

this time, with each crashing boom, they became more and more aware

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

to even begin, yet billions had already died. What kind of

toward Leonel with unconcealed pity. Even though he had closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, keeping his visage expressionless as he covered his ears, they knew well what

families were affluent enough to have a home on the surface, not all of them were able to have a home

feet. Maybe it was only now that they had become aware of just how many of those islands hovered above their heads… of just how many lives they hadn't even cared for

began to work as though nothing had happened. He carefully took James' shirt off, being

of glass on the bottom ledge of the windowsill had left deep gashes to his lower

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

medics they had on standby for the game were still here, or if

stuck in his flesh. Finally, he wrapped them after disinfecting with some cooking wine he got

"Love you, man…"

he was the luckiest one of them all. Even if they tried to sleep now, they had

shook his head, his gaze turning empty for a moment. What should he

else knew as well. As one of the protected zones, they could obviously be among the first to receive

outage? Leonel had a feeling that it was more, but he had to admit to himself that he had no real evidence for this being the case. It

actively. It wasn't a mistake, but rather an event even

several years worth of food in

to the game and the after party. Also, without power, the large freezers will slowly lose their heat. It'll

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

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 the

truth, Leonel didn't want to deal with any of this. He only wanted to go and see if his father was alright, he didn't care about anything

can't stand this

soon as the swaying of the building normalized, he didn't want to stand there a second longer. Usually such a mess of vomit would be cleaned easily with their high-tech. But, this was obviously impossible now. It wasn't even a guarantee that they

from walking away, and why

that Conrad wasn't destined to get

once more. For a moment, Leonel thought that the foundation was too shaken by the previous earthquakes and that

seen one, nor had he ever read the description of one, but he had a vivid enough 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

dissonance, its black, starry innards,