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

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

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

noticed

matches of various ores that formed a very delicate balance... at least they did before the

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

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

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

why when he first stepped into the Cataclysm Zone, it had felt like both an Eighth Dimensional world, and yet not at the same

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 Leonel was used to, it had still felt to him like an exceptionally high

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

such as Force Herbs and ores. Even the

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

thought, his steps never stopped. He unceremoniously stored away large pieces of flying rubble as he

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

because of the resources themselves, per se, but rather because he felt like he was finally gaining a bit of control over

wasn't the

hated

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

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

into another, but he had been ready

environment, the control 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 just say that Mo''Lexi had sent him into the

options, and he

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