Dimensional Descent

Chapter 7

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.'

jaw set.

another ounce of hesitation, Leonel took a strong

Conrad and his teammates, he appeared before the girl more than a head shorter than him. Gritting his

these white pupil'd people were, but he emphasized his speed and cunning. At the very least, his first gamble paid off. The others weren't quick enough

in a gasp, wanting to call out to Leonel and

about anything in her current state. Without much

path he flung his coat forward with, he wrapped around to the girls back. He used her own grip against her, pulling the coat

had her arms

"Let's go!"

individuals began to move. However, Leonel had already thought

girl tight, he pushed

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

they would take advantage of Leonel's actions first. For men who

the white pupil'd mutants, Leonel could only push his guilt down. He subconsciously felt that it wasn't their fault, but if he made concessions for them, he would

and Aina plus her friends had made it to Leonel's side, pushing

The big guy reacted immediately, kicking the couch James had been laying on over

through the commotion, his gaze reddening

heart to go cold. He suddenly 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 got to her.

What really shook him to his core was the spatial tear. He hadn't felt that death was

a mistake. In all his calculations, he had forgotten one

"Dammit, they're everywhere!"

His

occurrences were happening on his floor, how could they not be occurring on

slamming the door shut behind him, Leonel looked forward with a grim expression. The problem was worse than

windows and the fact the power was still

three girls were already half way down the flight of stairs while Zavier and a few others were ahead of them and steadily backing away from the the

lip, almost drawing blood. It was one thing to put some bruises and broken bones on the line on the football field, but it was another thing entirely to have death looming

father was alive. He still hadn't shed the stigma of his

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

the face of his naked adoration, but she was the only

fiercer. By

With each passing moment, it grew fiercer before it suddenly

were no large windows in the stairway, nor were any of them broken open, but it was still

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