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

the skies. After so many weeks in the hangar, where the only "breathing" room he got was in the

never thought himself to be one who pined for the sun so much, but it seemed that anyone could become claustrophobic when

thing he noticed were the enormous stone

formed a

that this was another piece of the puzzle, a part of the Human Race's plans to turn them into convenient farm animals. It felt good

had all this Crafting skill and nowhere to expel it all because the resources he had on hand were

Worlds, he noticed a lot of things that he had entirely missed in the past. For example, it wasn't just the worlds here that were Complete, but even the Forces as

the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth Dimensional world, and yet not at

bottom. However, because the Forces were more whole and complete than Leonel was used to, it had still felt

he felt that Anastasia would probably know about this. He'd have to

them such as Force Herbs and ores. Even the weight of a grade was worth more here than

Grade treasure that

unceremoniously stored away large pieces of flying rubble as he scanned the region, trying to get an understanding of

mountains worth of these precious resources. Thinking about all the things he

wasn't because of the resources themselves, per se, but rather because he felt like he was finally gaining a bit of control over

might have realized that maybe being a King wasn't the path

still hated

gaze sharpening. He felt that someone was coming over in

people on the same level as Bogrum and those other two. They should have had positions similar to Leonel's role in the hangar. The rest of them were participants from Incomplete Worlds that Leonel recognized. That meant that whoever was coming should have a role similar to

into another, but he had been ready for

this 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 say that Mo''Lexi had sent him into the in-between world, and when everything started to break down, this was the only

options, and he liked

Sovereign, he was far less affected