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 other

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

one who pined for the sun so much, but it seemed that anyone could become claustrophobic when their freedom was

next thing he noticed were

and matches of various ores that formed a very delicate balance... at least

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 he had

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

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

Bubbles would be nearer the bottom. However, because the Forces

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

that since the Forces were more complete, so were the resources born from them such as Force Herbs and ores.

Black Grade treasure that came from El'Rion's world might

unceremoniously stored away large pieces of flying rubble as he scanned the region,

a few seconds, he had already stashed mountains worth of these precious resources. Thinking about all the things he could create with these alone, he felt

but rather because he felt like

maybe being a King wasn't the path for

still hated to

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

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

into another,

even if he was found... so what? He could just say that Mo''Lexi had sent him into the in-between world, and when

options, and he liked

Sovereign, he was far less affected than everyone else, but in the end, he