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

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

so much,

he noticed were the

clearly had defined grooves 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

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

and nowhere to expel it all because the resources he had on

entirely missed in the past. For example, it wasn't just the worlds here that were Complete, but even the Forces

Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth Dimensional world, and

bottom. However, because the Forces were more whole and complete than Leonel was used to, it had still felt to him like an exceptionally high

Anastasia would probably know about this.

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

this was likely true across worlds. Meaning, a Black Grade treasure that

of flying rubble as he scanned the

stashed mountains worth of these precious resources. Thinking about all the things he could create with these alone, he

resources themselves, per se, but rather because he felt like he was finally gaining

the path for him, but one mainstay

hated to

gaze sharpening. He felt that someone

other two. They should have had positions similar to Leonel's role in the hangar. The rest of them

pan and into another,

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

had options, and he

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