Okay, sure, they were in a patchwork world where physics were probably not the most stable force in the 'world', but even according to those standards this was still insane. As if that was not enough, the rest of the world around them quickly followed rearranging itself, parts and pieces changing shape seemingly at random. In combination with the giant thunderstorms and everything slowly fading to grey, there was little other description for the events than 'apocalypse'.
It reminded Felt of what happaned to Eden, only a lot worse. At least parts of Eden had survived. In this case, it looked like everything was getting destroyed. In the last second before the world shattered, the young alchemist wondered if this was what it felt like for the people on the lost continents.
...Except for that, an unknown amount of time later, everything was back to normal. Well, sort of, at least; where previously the group was in some kind of bizarre city, they now found themselves in a green valley. Similiarly, the patchwork sky had made place for a clean blue one, snow-topped mountains completing the panorama. If nothing else, the place looked a lot more inviting than the previous location -- although the mission involving a legendary dragon didn't sound quite as appealing.
In absence of any immediate threat, Felt decided to take one of his own potions in an attempt to ward of the ever-increasing headache all of this interdimensional mucking about was giving him. Sure, it might not be designed for common pains like that, but a placebo efect goes a long way. With this problem taken care of, the young alchemist tried to listen in on the conversation, seeing if there was anything he could do to help. Although he hadn't ever actually met one, one of the tomes in the Eden Library did say something about dragons being weak to ice. Or was that resistant? The more he tried to remember it, the more it seemed to slip away. Well, I guess that's karmic justice for dozing off in class... . Well, one way or another, it wouldn't hurt to create a few Ice Bombs in preparation. Maybe he should hand a few out to some of the others too? On the other hand, he had no idea who he could trust. Whitney and Kaguya seemed nice enough -- or at the least too oblivious to be dangerous --, but the rest ranged from unknown to radiating 'Do not trust me, I'm obviously an evil overlord'. And then there was this skeleton on some kind o-
Felt's thoughts were cut short when sddenly his stomach felt like it was cut upen. In fact, this was exactly what it felt like; although the young swordsman didn't realize this, the pain exactly mirrored the injury he had brought to Mokou earlier that 'day'. Clutching his abdomen in pain, Felt grunted as he sank to the ground. Although the searing pain started to fade quickly after breaking eye contact with the skeleton, the impact on his body was still there, leaving Felt shaking on the ground, his breathing obviously jagged.