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.

high rise skyscrapers first, it could slow its descent enough to save his father's life. These skyscrapers were exactly the very last line

could

power outage caused by some sort of system-wide failure, he would immediately run out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However,

was lucky that their buildings were built with the highest earthquake

Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally obscure the sun, but no more invasively than the

crashing boom, they became more and more aware

and vomit. A putrid smell filled the fourth floor lobby

begin, yet billions had already died. What kind of sick joke

he had closed his eyes and clenched his

of them were in the same boat. Even if their families were affluent enough to have a home on the surface, not all of them were able to have a home in those protected zones. Their families might very well die by being crushed by those falling

minutes later, the booms finally 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

they did, Leonel began to work as though nothing had happened. He

shards of glass on the bottom ledge of the

from a resident of

game were still here, or if they had left to their homes. After all, it had been over an

his lower back as best he could, he slowly removed pieces of glass stuck in his flesh. Finally, he wrapped them after disinfecting with some

"Love you, man…"

but think he was the luckiest one of them all. Even if they tried

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

truth, he knew that the best answer was to stay put. Everyone else knew as well. As one

more, but he had to admit to himself that he had no real evidence

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

several years worth of food in an abundance of caution thanks to previous rebellion and

due to the game and the after party. Also, without power, the large freezers will slowly lose their heat. It'll be even faster if people are constantly opening

take preemptive action and cure what we can. But, not many will listen to my words, they'll believe I'm being overly paranoid. The food here is enough to last a month easily before they start to go bad, no one would think that the Empire would be unable to recover in that time, so they wouldn't be willing

him wanted to act frugally out of caution, but another part understood that unless people had evidence toward how

wanted to go and see if his father was alright,

I can't stand

a second longer. Usually such a mess of vomit would be cleaned easily with their high-tech. But,

from walking away, and

Conrad wasn't destined to

the foundation was too shaken by the previous earthquakes and that the dormitory was collapsing. But in the next instant, he saw something he would never forget in his

to know that if there ever was a spatial tear, it would look exactly like this. Maybe the only thing that deviated from his fanciful image was the

same. The abrupt cognitive dissonance, its black, starry innards, the