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.

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

could only

it was a normal power outage caused by some sort of system-wide failure, he would immediately run out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However,

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

the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally

they became more and more aware that each represented the deaths

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

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

who managed to keep their bearings looked toward Leonel with unconcealed pity. Even though he had closed his eyes and

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

the booms finally stopped, the earth still swaying beneath their feet. Maybe it was only now that they had become aware of just how

began to work as though nothing had happened. He carefully took James' shirt

concussion, but the remnant shards of glass on the bottom

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

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

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

"Love you, man…"

snoring soon after. Those here couldn't help but think he was the luckiest one of them

turning empty for

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

something that caused this outage actively. It wasn't a mistake,

several years worth of food in an abundance of caution thanks to

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 people are constantly

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

but another part understood that unless people had evidence

to deal with any of this. He only wanted to go and see if his

I can't

a mess of vomit would be cleaned easily with their high-tech. But, this

from walking away, and

that Conrad wasn't

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

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

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