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

spotted were the skies. After so many weeks in the hangar, where the only "breathing" room he got

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

he noticed

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

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

because the resources he had on hand were all of an Incomplete World

lot of things that he had entirely missed in the past. For example, it wasn't just the worlds here that

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

Leonel had 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

know about this. He'd have

the resources born from them such as Force Herbs and ores.

that came from El'Rion's world might be stronger than even a Life Grade treasure that came from

stored away large pieces of flying rubble as he scanned the region, trying to get an understanding of

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

but rather because he felt like he was finally gaining a bit of control over his life

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

hated to

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

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 that Leonel recognized. That meant that whoever was coming

into another, but

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

had options, and he liked

affected than everyone else, but in the end,