Dimensional Descent

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.

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 could slow its descent enough

could only force his

even leaving Aina behind. However, before everything happened, their wrist watches had warned of a Class 9 Code Red. It was very obvious that there was nothing

clasped over his ears. It was lucky that their buildings were built with the highest earthquake technology,

go here didn't think often of the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally obscure the sun, but

crashing boom, they became more and more aware

filled the fourth floor lobby along with mute sobs almost completely obscured by the

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

few who managed to keep their bearings looked toward Leonel with unconcealed pity. Even though he had closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, keeping his visage expressionless as he covered his ears, they knew well what he must

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

they had become aware of just how many of those islands hovered above their

Leonel began to work as though nothing had happened. He carefully took James' shirt off, being mindful to support

concussion, but the remnant shards of glass on the bottom ledge of the windowsill

few scented candles from a resident of the dorm

if the medics they had on standby for the game were still here, or if they had left to their homes. After all, it had been over an hour, approaching two, since the game ended. He didn't have the luxury of looking for

stuck in his flesh. Finally, he wrapped them after disinfecting with some cooking wine he got from

"Love you, man…"

snoring soon after. Those here couldn't help but think he was the luckiest one of them all. Even if they tried to

smiled and shook his head, his gaze turning empty for a

stay put. Everyone else knew as well. As one of the protected zones, they could obviously be among the first to receive government

that he had no real evidence for this being the case. It was just that… how could the mighty Ascension Empire

that there was something that caused this outage actively. It wasn't a mistake, but rather an event even their

room and board. The academy also stockpiles several years worth of food in an abundance of caution

to the game and the after party. Also, without power,

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

He only wanted to go

I can't stand this

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

Conrad from walking

Conrad wasn't

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

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 look exactly like this. Maybe the only thing that deviated from his fanciful image was the fact it lit up the night sky as though

everything else was the same. The abrupt cognitive dissonance, its black, starry innards, the way it seemed to have no,