Alex wished he could mull over the details a bit longer, but time wasn't so forgiving.
Now that Mikhail, the sole being keeping the dimensional pocket together, had died, its deterioration jumped up a notch and was rapidly breaking apart.
Alex knew that if he wasn't quick enough to leave the place, he'd end up the same as Mikhail!
The moment the last line of Mikhail's message left his mind, the air shifted again.
A low rumble coursed through the sealed fragment of space.
The ground cracked beneath him and the grass had lost all its lusture.
The once beautiful light that surrounded him began to fracture, as the fabric of space holding the dimension together were beginning to fall apart.
The entire dimension was soon going to collapse entirely.
Alex's head whipped up as chunks of sky began to crumble, folding into themselves and vanishing, reducing the size of the space in the dimension by a large margin.
Alex could already see the future if he stayed.
