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 on the other

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

pined for the sun so much, but it seemed that anyone

thing he noticed were the enormous

matches of various ores that formed a very

part of the Human Race's plans to turn them into

because the

these Complete Worlds, he noticed a 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 the

the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth

assume that if there was a ranking of Bubble Worlds, the Human Bubbles would be nearer the bottom.

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

Forces were more complete, so were the resources born from them such as Force

was likely true across worlds. Meaning, a Black Grade treasure that came from El'Rion's

his steps never stopped. He unceremoniously stored away large pieces of flying rubble as he scanned the region, trying to get an understanding

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

resources themselves, per se, but rather because he felt

being a King wasn't the path for him, but one

still hated to

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

positions similar to Leonel's role in the hangar. The rest of them were participants from

pan and into another, but he had been

same time, even if he was found... so what? He

options, and

a Dream Sovereign, he was far less affected than everyone else, but