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.

slight hope was that Leonel and his father lived on a 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

the end, Leonel could only force

outage caused by some sort of system-wide failure, he would immediately run out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However, before everything happened, their wrist watches had

that their buildings were built with the highest earthquake technology, or there

the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally obscure the

this time, with each crashing boom, they became more and more aware that each represented the deaths of

to heave and vomit. A putrid smell filled the fourth floor lobby along with mute sobs almost completely obscured by the

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

closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, keeping his visage expressionless as he covered his ears, they

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

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

nothing had happened. He carefully took

James have a concussion, but the remnant shards of glass on the bottom

from the Four-Star Chef, Leonel borrowed a few scented candles from a resident of the dorm and lit them, finally giving

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,

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

"Love you, man…"

help but think he was the luckiest one

gaze turning empty for a moment. What

answer was to stay put. Everyone else knew as well. As

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

made Leonel think that there was something that caused this outage actively. It wasn't a

good news is that we have room and board. The academy also stockpiles several years worth

usual carrying capacity 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

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

another part understood that unless people had evidence toward how dangerous this situation was, they wouldn't listen. This was simply the way human

He only wanted to

I can't stand

to stand there a second longer. Usually such a mess of vomit would be cleaned easily

didn't stop Conrad from walking away, and why would

it seemed that Conrad wasn't destined to get

previous earthquakes and that the dormitory was collapsing.

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

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