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.

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 his father's life. These skyscrapers were exactly the very last line of defense for these

the end, Leonel could only force his

leaving Aina behind. However, before everything happened, their wrist watches had warned of a Class 9 Code Red. It

was lucky that their buildings were built with

could go here didn't think often of the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally

crashing boom, they became more and

heave and vomit. A putrid smell filled the fourth floor lobby along with mute sobs

the Ascension Empire warned of had yet to even begin, yet billions

eyes and clenched his jaw, keeping

Even if their families were affluent enough to have a home on the surface, not all of them were able to have a home in those protected zones.

had become aware of just

had happened. He carefully took James' shirt off, being mindful to support his

remnant shards of glass on the bottom ledge of the

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

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 had been over an hour, approaching two, since the game ended. He didn't have the luxury

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

"Love you, man…"

but think he was the luckiest one of them

his gaze turning empty for a

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

to himself that he had no

outage actively. It wasn't a mistake, but rather an event even their Empire had no means of

is that we have room and board. The academy also stockpiles several years worth of food in an abundance of caution thanks to previous rebellion and

due to the game and the after party. Also, without power, the large freezers will slowly lose their heat. It'll be

we can. But, not many will listen to my words, they'll believe I'm being overly paranoid. The food here is enough to last a month easily before they start to go bad, no one would think that the Empire would be unable to recover in that time,

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

didn't want to deal with any of this. He only wanted to

I can't stand this

swaying of the building normalized, he didn't want to stand there a second longer. Usually such a mess of vomit would be cleaned easily with their high-tech. But, this

didn't stop Conrad from walking away, and why

Conrad wasn't destined to get very

and that the dormitory

he had a vivid enough imagination to know that if there ever was a spatial tear, it would look exactly like this. Maybe

its black, starry innards, the