The Martial Unity

Chapter 7

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.'

jaw set. "Let's

took a strong step forward, heading toward

head shorter than

girl's head. He didn't know how intelligent these white pupil'd people were, but he emphasized his speed and cunning. At the

gasp, wanting to call out

surprised at 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 the ends of Leonel's

he wrapped around to the girls back. He used her own grip against her, pulling the coat across her back and

had her arms tied down by Leonel's coat and

"Let's go!"

began to move.

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

soles touched the pool. Without being able to recover

advantage of Leonel's actions first.

white pupil'd mutants, Leonel could only push his guilt down. He subconsciously felt that it wasn't their fault, but if he made concessions for them, he would be putting the life

and Aina plus her friends had

his shoulder with his eyes. The big guy reacted immediately, kicking the couch James had been laying on over and creating

enraged roar tore through the commotion, his gaze

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 girl

time to worry about Conrad's thoughts. The white pupil'd individuals were just an afterthought. What really shook him to his core was

all his calculations, he had forgotten one important

"Dammit, they're everywhere!"

Three-Star Safety of the Royal Blues, shouted from the staircase. His words

account that if such odd occurrences were happening on his floor, how could they not

shut behind him, Leonel looked forward with a grim expression. The problem was worse than he had

was still out, so they almost looked like floating orbs in the night,

already half way down the flight of stairs while Zavier and

bit his lip, almost 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 to have death looming over his head like

alive. He still hadn't shed the stigma

Even in the dim light, she

in the face of his naked adoration, but she was

of the building grew fiercer. By now, Leonel knew it was

behind him. With each passing moment, it grew fiercer before it suddenly

There were no large windows in

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