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.

...

entered the portal and found a huge commotion on the

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

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

next thing he noticed were

defined grooves and complex mix and matches of various ores that formed a very delicate balance... at least they did before the storm

had a 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

Crafting skill and nowhere to expel it all because the resources he had on hand were all of

time since coming back to these Complete Worlds, he noticed a lot of things that he had entirely missed in the

the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth Dimensional

of Bubble Worlds, the Human Bubbles would be nearer the bottom. However, because the Forces were more whole and complete than Leonel was used

know about this. He'd have

born from them such as Force Herbs and ores. Even the weight of a grade was worth more here

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

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

precious resources. Thinking about all the things he could create with

because he felt like he was

the path for him, but one mainstay of

still hated to

rubble, his gaze sharpening. He felt that someone was coming

was 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

one frying pan and into another, but he had been ready

so he had more control over using it. At the same time, even if he was found... so what? He could just say that Mo''Lexi had sent him into the in-between world, and when everything started to break down, this was

options, and he liked

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