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.

...

and found a huge commotion on the other

the only "breathing" room he got was in the dark trenches of the

who pined for the sun so much, but it seemed that anyone

noticed

that formed a very delicate balance...

was another piece of the puzzle, a part 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

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

had entirely missed in the past. For example, it wasn't just the worlds here that were Complete, but even the Forces

when he first stepped into the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like

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 still

Anastasia would probably know about this. He'd have to remember to ask

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

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

his steps never stopped. He unceremoniously stored away large pieces of flying rubble as

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

se, but rather because he felt like he was

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

still hated to

a large falling piece of rubble, his gaze sharpening. He felt that someone was coming over in an attempt

similar to Leonel's role in the

one frying pan and into another, but he had been

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

had options, and

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