Dimensional Descent

Mo''Lexi's head snapped up, her expression changing.

"No-!"

It was too late.

The center of the explosion was none other than the room that held the portal, and the backlash was devastating.

Space itself was worn and torn apart. There was nothing calm and tranquil about two worlds fusing together, let alone more than a half dozen.

While lives away from the edges of these worlds would be mostly preserved, those so close to the edge as was in this case, would find themselves teetering on the blade of life and death.

Mo''Lexi could only watch in shock and horror as the crates that had been so diligently worked on, combining countless centuries of resources from the Cult, were unceremoniously shredded to pieces.

Alastar was blown away, as was Aina's clone, but it was like Mo''Lexi had lost her soul.

How could this happen? According to their calculations, there were still several more months before the demons could map out the in-between worlds, and several more years after that before the seal's lingering energy would truly collapse.

Whether it was one or the other, there was time, so much time...

She stood in a daze, the tears in reality unable to harm her, at least not at this level.

Suddenly, the situation just felt... hopeless.

...

a huge commotion on the

first thing he spotted were the skies. After so many weeks in the hangar, where the only "breathing" room he got was in the dark trenches of the in-between

one who pined for the sun so much, but it seemed that anyone could become claustrophobic when their freedom was being

thing he noticed were the

complex mix and matches of various ores that formed a very delicate balance... at least they did before the storm

of the Human Race's plans to turn them into convenient farm animals. It felt good to see them blasted apart, but while everyone was running around

it all because the resources he had on

noticed a lot of things that he had entirely missed in the past. For example, it wasn't just the worlds here that

when he first stepped into the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth Dimensional world, and yet not at the same

had to make a guess, he would assume that if there was a ranking of Bubble Worlds, the Human Bubbles would be nearer the bottom. However, because the Forces were more whole and complete than Leonel was used to, it had

probably know about this. He'd have to remember

them such as Force Herbs and ores. Even the weight

was correct, this was likely true across worlds. Meaning, a Black Grade treasure that came from El'Rion's world might be stronger

rubble as he

stashed mountains worth of these precious resources. Thinking about all the things he could create with these alone, he felt like he was floating

because he felt like he was finally gaining a bit of control over

being a King wasn't the path for him, but one mainstay of that

hated

gaze sharpening. He felt that

similar to Leonel's role in the hangar. The rest of them were participants from Incomplete Worlds that Leonel recognized.

from one frying pan and into another, but he

volatile environment, the control these experts had over the Dream Realm was limited, so he had more control over using it. At the same time, even if he was found... so what? He could just

and

less affected than