The Martial Unity

Though Leonel's heart was assaulted with a whirlwind of confusion, it didn't show to his face.

'Ten of them… Not overly dangerous but definitely uncontrollable variables… The Chef is most definitely the greatest hazard…'

Unfortunately, the Four-Star Chef was among these white pupil'd individuals. Though he had yet to move from behind his curved bar, Leonel didn't need much of an imagination to think of just how many sharp kitchen knives must be back there.

A few of the Angel Wings helped Conrad up, the tense atmosphere steadily growing.

The white pupil'd individuals didn't move, and neither did they. Leonel would have thought that they were observing them had it not been for the fact their eyes were too vacant. It didn't seem like any thoughts were going through their heads.

But if that was the case, then they should be acting on instinct. So, just what was this instinct?

'They don't want us to leave this room?'

The steadily growing spatial rift to their back waned and growled.

Leonel's eyes widened. He realized in an instant that this sound wasn't from the tear, but rather the groaning of the building as it was being slowly sucked inward.

'Dammit…'

However, even as everyone began to panic, Leonel grew calmer. His rational mind told him that there was a logical progression to all of this, there was a design to it.

First their electricity goes out, second came the spatial tear, then there came these odd mutations to their peers and acquaintances, and now they were being pushed toward this spatial tear.

If the goal was to kill them, why wouldn't these white pupil'd individuals directly attack them? They even had the backing of the Four-Star Chef. However, they chose not to do this.

Just when Leonel was going to resolve him to hop into the spatial tear, a shard of glass flew from the windowsill James had just hung from. It collided with the spatial tear, ripping into pieces with a chilling noise.

No matter how steely Leonel considered himself, he couldn't help but shudder. Is that what would happen to his body if he entered?

'Dammit…' He thought to himself a second time in just as many seconds. '… We have to make it past.'

Leonel knew that James was right about him, he was too soft hearted. He had actually almost made such a reckless decision because he would rather risk himself on a gamble than fight his classmates. But he realized now he couldn't do this, he had to steel his heart.

'Focus on the known commodity.'

set.

a strong step forward, heading

more than a head shorter than him. Gritting his

he emphasized his speed and cunning. At the very least,

wanting to call out to Leonel and stop him. But, it was already

Leonel's action. Or, maybe it was just that she wouldn't be surprised about anything in her current state. Without much thought, she reached forward in a lightning quick motion to grab

it seemed Leonel had been expecting this. Following the curved path he flung his coat forward with, he wrapped around to the girls back. He used her own

girl had her arms tied down by Leonel's

"Let's go!"

other white pupil'd individuals began to move. However, Leonel had already thought this would

knot he tied with his coat around the girl tight, he pushed her forward into her own

soles touched the pool. Without being able to recover again, she fumbled and fell amidst Conrad's

that they would take advantage of Leonel's actions first. For men who had almost been complicit in his best friend's death, he wouldn't be

fault, but if he made concessions for them, he would be putting the life of him and his friends

these things happened, the members of the Royal Blue, the party goers, and Aina plus her friends had made it to Leonel's side,

had James over his shoulder with his eyes. The big guy reacted immediately,

roar tore through the commotion, his gaze reddening

turned away, causing Conrad's heart to go cold. He suddenly regretted his previous actions. However, what he regretted wasn't the fact he threatened James' life, but rather that he hadn't taken control of the white

pupil'd individuals were just an afterthought. What really shook him to his core was the spatial tear. He hadn't felt that death was this close since

his calculations, he had forgotten one important fact: they were on the

"Dammit, they're everywhere!"

His words were like

happening on his floor, how could they not

forward with a grim expression. The problem was worse than he had first believed. On

a lack of windows and the fact the power was

against the door just like him. Before them the three girls were already half way down the flight of stairs while Zavier and a few others were ahead

drawing blood. It was one thing to put some bruises and broken bones on the line on the football field, but it was another thing entirely

was alive. He still hadn't shed the

gaze shifted to her back. Even in the dim light, she had an alluring charm. Her figure

face of his naked adoration, but she was the

By

each passing moment, it

open window. There were no large windows in the stairway, nor were any of them broken open, but it was still only a matter of