Leonel blinked. "Man, I'm a genius."
Anastasia and Aina snorted at the same time.
Maybe Leonel was right, but the moment he was running for his life as the world collapsed around him was most definitely not the time he should be thinking about this.
And that was—running for his life, that is.
Plumes of Anarchic Force rose like vicious tides as though a nuke had just gone off, but the worst part wasn't this gaseous Anarchic Force, but rather the liquid that billowed forth from the ground like ancient hidden geysers.
Leonel sprinted, ducked and rolled every which way, taking advantage of his strong senses to make it through.
Out of Mo''Lexi's range of influence, he could slip into the Dream Plane much more easily, though it was greatly taxing on him. However, right now, he didn't have the luxury of worrying about his Dream Force consumption.
