The Martial Unity

While everyone was distracted, Leonel had already moved, making it to Conrad and James in a few steps and grabbing a side of the latter's collar himself. Another person might have chosen to fight off Conrad first, but Leonel was well aware how foolish such a choice was.

No matter what just happened, securing James' safety came first. No matter what happened between them, James was still his best friend. And, luckily, he had the now darkened lights on his side.

As expected, Conrad wasn't able to react. Seeing that Leonel now had a firm grip on James himself, he could only let go, allowing Leonel to pull James up.

"Leo…?" James' words slurred.

It was only now that Leonel realized James had actually been unconscious. It was likely his head that had smashed the window apart, it wouldn't be surprising if he was diagnosed with a concussion. Coupling that with the fact he was drunk and it was a recipe for disaster.

"Heeey, maaan. You're late, my sister-in-law was waiting on yoouu…"

Leonel sucked in a cold breath through his teeth when James heavily leaned on him. He was really in no shape to be taking on such a burden, but he still carried him out, letting him sit on the couch.

"Chef, do you have any gas burners back there? We need some light." Leonel called out.

The Four-Star Chef who had not said a word even when James' life was on the line finally looked a bit shaken. He didn't seem to know what was going on.

"… Yes… We use a blow torch for the finishing touches of certain dishes…"

He absentmindedly fumbled through the dark, pulling out the draw of a hidden compartment to take the torch he was speaking of. But, before he could think to hand it to Leonel, it happened.

In that few minutes, it felt that the planet would collapse. A cacophony of booms so loud Leonel had no choice but to cover his ears sounded. The earth beneath their feet trembled fiercer, the building swaying wildly from left to right.

It was then that Leonel froze. He didn't need to think to know what was causing this…

The Paradise Islands!

'Dad…'

A bout of worry seized Leonel's chest. No Paradise Islands were allowed to have routes that crossed over important landmarks. The top ten Academies, government buildings, and historical landmarks all fit this description. So, they were safe, for better or worse.

However, Leonel didn't care about his own safety. He was worried about his father.

Higher class Paradise Islands like the ones him and his father lived on had several safety features in case an event just like this one happened, however they weren't perfect by any stretch of the imagination. This was especially so considering the scope of this power outage.

Paradise Island very close to the surface — the closest they could get, in fact. If their island crashed into some of the high rise skyscrapers first, it could slow its descent enough to save his

could

failure, he would immediately run out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However, before everything

that their buildings

didn't think often of the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would

time, with each crashing boom, they became more and

several began to heave and vomit. A putrid smell filled the fourth floor lobby along with mute

yet to even begin, yet

keep their bearings looked toward Leonel with unconcealed pity. Even though he had closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, keeping his visage expressionless as he covered his ears,

same boat. Even if their families were affluent enough to have a home on the surface, not all of them

stopped, the earth still swaying beneath their feet. Maybe it was only now that they had become aware of just how many of those islands hovered above their

happened. He carefully took James' shirt

of glass on the bottom ledge of the windowsill had left deep gashes to

candles from

on standby for the game were still here, or if they had left to their homes. After all, it had been over an hour, approaching two, since the game ended. He didn't

James' wounds to his lower back as best he could, he slowly removed pieces of glass stuck in his flesh. Finally, he

"Love you, man…"

think he was the luckiest one of them all. Even if they tried to sleep now, they

his head, his gaze turning empty for a moment. What should he

knew that the best answer was to stay put. Everyone else knew as well. As one of the protected zones,

more, but he had to admit to himself that he had no real evidence for this being the case. It was just that… how

actively. It wasn't a mistake, but rather an event even their

and board. The academy also stockpiles several years worth of food in an

without power, the large freezers will slowly lose their heat. It'll be even

they'll believe I'm being overly paranoid. The food here is enough to last

thoughts spun quickly. A part of him wanted to act frugally out of caution, but another part understood that unless people had evidence toward how dangerous this situation was, they

only wanted to go and

I can't stand

nose wrinkled. As soon as the swaying of the building normalized, he didn't want to stand there a second longer. Usually such a mess of vomit would be cleaned easily with their high-tech. But, this was obviously impossible now. It wasn't even

stop Conrad from walking away, and why

seemed that Conrad wasn't

once more. For a moment, Leonel thought that the foundation was too shaken by the previous earthquakes and that

never seen one, nor had he ever read the description of one, but he had a vivid enough imagination to know that if there ever was a spatial tear, it would

the same. The abrupt cognitive dissonance, its black, starry innards, the way it seemed to have