Dimensional Descent

Though Leonel's heart was assaulted with a whirlwind of confusion, it didn't show to his face.

'Ten of them… Not overly dangerous but definitely uncontrollable variables… The Chef is most definitely the greatest hazard…'

Unfortunately, the Four-Star Chef was among these white pupil'd individuals. Though he had yet to move from behind his curved bar, Leonel didn't need much of an imagination to think of just how many sharp kitchen knives must be back there.

A few of the Angel Wings helped Conrad up, the tense atmosphere steadily growing.

The white pupil'd individuals didn't move, and neither did they. Leonel would have thought that they were observing them had it not been for the fact their eyes were too vacant. It didn't seem like any thoughts were going through their heads.

But if that was the case, then they should be acting on instinct. So, just what was this instinct?

'They don't want us to leave this room?'

The steadily growing spatial rift to their back waned and growled.

Leonel's eyes widened. He realized in an instant that this sound wasn't from the tear, but rather the groaning of the building as it was being slowly sucked inward.

'Dammit…'

However, even as everyone began to panic, Leonel grew calmer. His rational mind told him that there was a logical progression to all of this, there was a design to it.

First their electricity goes out, second came the spatial tear, then there came these odd mutations to their peers and acquaintances, and now they were being pushed toward this spatial tear.

If the goal was to kill them, why wouldn't these white pupil'd individuals directly attack them? They even had the backing of the Four-Star Chef. However, they chose not to do this.

Just when Leonel was going to resolve him to hop into the spatial tear, a shard of glass flew from the windowsill James had just hung from. It collided with the spatial tear, ripping into pieces with a chilling noise.

No matter how steely Leonel considered himself, he couldn't help but shudder. Is that what would happen to his body if he entered?

'Dammit…' He thought to himself a second time in just as many seconds. '… We have to make it past.'

Leonel knew that James was right about him, he was too soft hearted. He had actually almost made such a reckless decision because he would rather risk himself on a gamble than fight his classmates. But he realized now he couldn't do this, he had to steel his heart.

'Focus on the known commodity.'

set.

Leonel took a strong step forward, heading toward the petite

the girl more than a head shorter than him. Gritting

toward the girl's head. He didn't know how intelligent these white pupil'd people were, but he emphasized his speed and cunning.

lips in a gasp, wanting to call out to Leonel and stop him. But, it was already

just that she wouldn't be surprised about anything in her current state. Without much thought, she

with, he wrapped around to the girls back. He used her

the frail girl had her arms

"Let's go!"

began to move. However, Leonel had already thought

knot he tied with his coat around the girl tight, he pushed her forward into her

expected, she regained her balance quickly with inhuman reflexes, only to slip when her soles touched the pool. Without being able to recover again, she fumbled

doubt that they would take advantage of Leonel's actions first.

mutants, Leonel could only push his guilt down. He subconsciously felt that it wasn't their fault, but if he made concessions

party goers, and Aina

with his eyes. The big guy reacted immediately, kicking the couch James had been laying on over and creating

Conrad's enraged roar tore through the commotion, his gaze reddening

regretted his previous actions. However, what he regretted wasn't the fact he threatened James' life, but rather that he hadn't taken control of the white pupil'd girl before Leonel

to his core was the spatial tear. He hadn't felt that death was this close since the

In all his calculations, he had forgotten one important fact: they were

"Dammit, they're everywhere!"

of the Royal Blues, shouted from the staircase. His

that if such odd occurrences were happening on his floor, how could they not be

the door shut behind him, Leonel looked forward with a grim expression. The problem was worse than he had first believed. On the stairway,

lack of windows and the fact the power was still out, so they almost looked like floating

to Leonel's right, his back against the door just like him. Before them the three girls were already half way down the flight of stairs while Zavier and a few others were ahead of them and steadily backing

broken bones on the line on the

still didn't know if his father was alive. He still hadn't shed the stigma of his profession.

her back. Even in the dim light, she had an alluring charm. Her figure held

face of his naked adoration, but she was the only one who seemed capable of continuing to write her exams under his

grew fiercer. By now, Leonel knew it was already too

the door came from behind him. With each

in first due to the open window. There were no large windows in the stairway, nor were any of them broken open, but it was still