Mo''Lexi's head snapped up, her expression changing.
"No—!"
It was too late.
The center of the explosion was none other than the room that held the portal, and the backlash was devastating.
Space itself was worn and torn apart. There was nothing calm and tranquil about two worlds fusing together, let alone more than a half dozen.
While lives away from the edges of these worlds would be mostly preserved, those so close to the edge as was in this case, would find themselves teetering on the blade of life and death.
Mo''Lexi could only watch in shock and horror as the crates that had been so diligently worked on, combining countless centuries of resources from the Cult, were unceremoniously shredded to pieces.
Alastar was blown away, as was Aina's clone, but it was like Mo''Lexi had lost her soul.
