Dimensional Descent

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.

ounce of hesitation, Leonel took a strong

than a head shorter than him. Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain, he

people were, but he emphasized his speed

lips in a gasp, wanting to call out to Leonel and stop

little girl's dull eyes didn't seem 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 coat before he could

he flung his coat forward with, he wrapped around to the girls back. He used her own grip against her, pulling

her arms tied down

"Let's go!"

individuals began to

he tied with his coat around the girl

regained her balance quickly with inhuman reflexes, only to slip when her soles touched the pool. Without being able to recover again, she fumbled and fell amidst Conrad's

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

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

goers, and Aina plus her friends had made it to Leonel's side, pushing

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

the

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

didn't have time to worry about Conrad's thoughts. The white pupil'd individuals were just an afterthought. What really shook him to his core was the

Leonel had made a mistake. In all his calculations, he had forgotten one important fact: they were on the fourth

"Dammit, they're everywhere!"

the staircase. His

such odd occurrences were happening on his floor,

the stairway and slamming the door shut behind him, Leonel looked forward with a grim expression. The

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

Leonel's right, his back against the door just like him. Before them the three girls were already half way down the flight of stairs while Zavier and a

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

still didn't know if his father was alive. He still hadn't

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

face of his naked adoration, but she was the only one who seemed capable of continuing to write

fiercer. By

him. With each passing moment,

open window. There were no large windows in the stairway, nor were any of them broken open, but it