It didn't take very long for the C2 building to become cram-full of foreigners like himself, especially considering its massive size. It was like a train back in Japan, or maybe more like an immensely popular muscian's sold-out concert. Fortunately Arata had arrived early enough not to be like one of the unfortunate late arrivals stuck in the cramped spaces near the entrance. The ESPer looked down and twiddled his fingers as he waited for Dr. Queen's presentation to start. 

[i]'I wonder what this assembly's all about...'[/i] the Japanese student thought as the doctor in question took to the stage. Arata listened to the doctor speak like the astute student he was. It looked like once more the Queen legacy would work another one of their miracles. However, as grand as this one was, one could only hope it wouldn't result in something akin to their [i]other[/i] crowning achievement. This talk of 'refining the present to usher in an era of the future' seemed like it could go really, [i]really[/i] badly. However, as the show went on, Arata had to express his doubts on his pessimism. Or perhaps just adopt a new thing to be pessimistic about, like this 'Truth Weiss' that supposedly embodied time and space - although Arata had to admit that, given his own existence, that such a thing [i]should[/i] be possible, in theory at least. And was apparently made using the same doll plans as Elias Queen, the same woman who brought about the Magical Calamity a few decades ago.

Bode well, this did not. 

The young man pushed his negative thoughts to the back of his head. If this was pulled off properly, the world would change for the better. Wasn't that something worth hoping for? A circuit opened up in Arata's head as the Truth Weiss spoke in its alien language, transmitting information into his brain. He didn't see what the big deal was, telepathy was a thing and this wasn't even future calculation; it was just regular old general knowledge of worldly science. Supposedly the 'embodiment of space-time' was going to show them all a 'refined version of their perspective'. That was fine and all, but when do both the space and time components come in? The Vessel of Magical Knowledge began chanting again, but this time it was... distorted? It was something like static in the space manipulator's brain. He barely registered the alarms sounding, designating the status of a Level 5 Emergency. People rushed past the ESPer, trying to escape the C2 building as a rift began opening, spawning demons in its wake.

He gazed into the abyss.

"----Ah....?"

A fragment of his mind breaks. He could not comprehend it no matter how hard he tried. His vision was fading, consumed and corrupted by the maelstrom. The eldritch world, the alien geometries, the incalculable vistas of that demonic realm.... His consciousness, his whole being was degenerating in the presence of this rabbit hole, this window into an incomprehensible reality. Static consumed his hearing. He couldn't stay here, or he'd die. Maybe it would be the demons, maybe it would be the building, maybe it would be that godforsaken breach... But he couldn't move, no matter how hard he tried. He twitched his fingers, trying to clench his fist with the entirety of his existence. If he could do that, he could hang on to his sanity. 

"G...Gah-----!"

Strength returned to Arata. His limp hand was a fist. The ESPer forced his arm to obstruct his gaze from that dreadful rift. He moved his legs forward; there was nothing but air. His senses were returning to him. He registered the sounds of screams and gunfire, failing foundations and fiendish sounds. He was slumped against the wall, jolts of pain shooting through his legs. He stepped up onto the ground, bracing himself against the wall. He took a weak step forward, and then another. He stumbled down the stairwell from the balcony seating.

A shock ran through Arata's brain as he bore witness to the rift's malevolent radiance once more. He shielded his eyes from the sight before more damage could be done.

[i]'D-Dammit, there's no exit on this side...'[/i] he thought, teeth grit as he glanced about the area. Leaving meant passing the battlefield, which meant exposing himself to demons. His body trembled as his sense of feeling had begun to return. Thus, there was only one way to leave here alive-- a visceral cracking noise came from his legs as pain of a thousand needles shoot up from his trampled shins ---and that was to stop these demons. Arata collapsed before his bones could snap in half. He couldn't send the demons back into their hellish domain or kill them outright. Not right now at least.

--But he could close the breach.

Arata propped himself up against the wall. He didn't trust his power under his current state, but he'd have to pour all his faith into this one action. He dropped his arm and faced the full force of the rift's effects head on. "Grrr..!" he growled gutterally as he resisted. He was going to break again. Nononono. He couldn't let himself break; he was the only one here who could close the rift. 

[i]'Designating points....'[/i]

[i]'....Points set. Editing spatial parameters....'[/i]

[i]....Parameters set. Execute function.[/i]

There was no fanfare, giant explosion, resounding boom, or any such theatrical nonsense. The rift was just [i]gone[/i], leaving an empty stage and an absolutely gigantic headache for the young ESPer who'd sealed it.