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.

...

the portal and found a huge commotion on

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

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

thing he noticed were

ores that formed a very delicate balance... at least they did before the storm of energy shredded them

feeling 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 to see them blasted apart, but while everyone was running around like

expel it all because the resources

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

when he first stepped into the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth Dimensional

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 an exceptionally high level

would probably know about

the resources born from them such as Force Herbs and ores. Even the weight of a

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

of flying rubble as he scanned the region, trying

Thinking about all the things

felt like he was finally gaining a

the path for him, but one mainstay

still hated to

piece of rubble, his gaze sharpening. He felt that

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

from one frying pan and into another, but

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

options, and he liked

senses swept over. As a Dream Sovereign, he was far less affected than everyone