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.

...

portal and found a

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 world, he felt like he could finally take

to be one who pined for the sun so much, but it seemed that anyone could become claustrophobic

he noticed were the enormous

clearly had defined grooves and complex mix and matches of various ores that formed a

them into convenient farm animals. It felt good to see them blasted apart, but while everyone was running

Crafting skill and nowhere to expel it all because the resources

noticed a lot of things that he had entirely missed in the

the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth Dimensional world, and yet

Bubble Worlds, the Human Bubbles would be nearer the bottom. However, because the Forces were more whole and complete than Leonel was used

know about this. He'd have to remember to ask her

the Forces were more complete, so were the resources born from them such as Force Herbs and ores. Even the weight of a grade

that came from El'Rion's world might be stronger than even

of flying rubble as he scanned the region,

Thinking about all the things he could create with these alone, he felt like he

because of the resources themselves, per se, but rather because he felt like he was finally gaining a bit of control

King wasn't the path for him, but one

hated

of rubble, his gaze sharpening. He felt that someone

Bogrum and those other two. They should have had positions similar to Leonel's role in the hangar. The rest of them were

pan and into another, but he had been

it. At the same time, even if he was found... so what? He could just

options, and he liked

he was far less affected than everyone else, but in the end, he restrained himself, communicating