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.

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

end, Leonel could only

failure, he would immediately run out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However, before everything happened, their wrist watches had warned of a Class 9 Code Red. It was very obvious

ears. It was lucky that their buildings were built with the highest earthquake technology, or there was no way it would have

of the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally

crashing boom, they became more and more aware that each represented the deaths of countless

vomit. A putrid smell filled the fourth floor lobby along with mute sobs almost completely obscured by the vicious torrent

warned of had yet to even begin, yet billions had already died. What kind of sick joke was

his eyes

to have a home on the surface, not all of

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 heads… of just how many lives they hadn't even cared

nothing had happened.

expected, not only did James have a concussion, but the remnant shards of glass on the bottom ledge of the windowsill had left deep

a few scented candles from a resident of the dorm and lit them, finally giving them

medic, but he had taken a few first-aid classes. He was unsure if the medics they had on standby for the game were still here, or if they had left to their homes. After all, it

pieces of glass stuck

"Love you, man…"

by his light snoring soon after. Those here couldn't help but think he was the luckiest one of them all. Even if they tried to sleep now, they had no doubt that

his head, his gaze turning empty for

Everyone else knew as well. As one of the protected zones, they could

just a worldwide power outage? Leonel had a feeling that it was more, but he had to admit to himself that he had no real evidence for this being the case.

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

years worth of food in an abundance

after party. Also, without power, the

will listen to my words, they'll believe I'm being overly paranoid. The food here is enough to last a month

A part of him wanted to act frugally out of caution, but another part understood that unless people

to deal with any of this. He only wanted to go

can't stand

stand there a second longer. Usually such a mess of

stop Conrad from walking away,

wasn't destined to get very

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

a spatial tear. Leonel was absolutely certain. He had 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

than that, everything else was the same. The abrupt cognitive dissonance, its black, starry innards, the way it seemed