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.

...

found a huge commotion on the

where the only "breathing" room he got was in the dark trenches of the in-between world, he

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

he noticed were

a very delicate balance... at least they did before the storm of energy shredded them all to

Race's plans to turn them into convenient farm animals. It felt good to see them blasted apart, but while everyone

and nowhere to expel it all because the resources he had on hand were all of an Incomplete World

a lot of things that he had entirely missed in the past. For example,

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

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 still felt to him like

would probably know about this. He'd

since the Forces were more complete, so were the resources born from them such as

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

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

seconds, he had already stashed mountains worth of these precious resources. Thinking about all the things he could

felt like he was finally gaining

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

hated

flashed behind a large falling piece of rubble, his gaze sharpening. He felt

pretty much filled with 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

frying pan and into another, but

time, even if he was found...

had options, and he

senses swept over. As a Dream Sovereign, he was far less affected than everyone else, but in the end, he restrained himself, communicating with