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

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

himself to be one who pined for the sun so much, but it seemed that

thing he noticed

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

a part of the Human Race's plans to turn them into convenient farm animals. It felt good to

it all because the

his time since coming back to these Complete Worlds, he noticed a lot of things that he had entirely missed in the past. For example, it wasn't just the

first stepped into the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like

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 an

about this. He'd have to

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

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

stored away large pieces of flying rubble as

these precious resources. Thinking about all the things he could create with these alone, he felt like he was

felt like

maybe being a King wasn't the path for him,

hated

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

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

one frying pan and into another, but he had been

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

and he

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