'Time here flows differently. It has no set pattern—sometimes it rushes by, other times it crawls even slower than snails.'
Skyler scowled at the voice echoing in his subconscious as he slowly stepped down from the wooden boat with Riruru's help.
They had successfully returned to the very spot where he had first boarded the vessel.
Naturally, all thanks to his beloved Riruru.
'And you're telling me this now?'
He bristled with irritation at the voice in his subconscious, his body stiff from pain. Yet, when he glanced at Riruru, a genuine smile flickered across his face—so contradictory.
The voice in his subconscious sighed.
Had he been like this before? Perhaps.