'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.
'No, we told you. That's why we missed the right moment to tell you to find her. We had hoped you would reach her before she even entered Hell, but for you, time passed in the blink of an eye—while for her, the years she spent in this place were the longest. Maybe some things are just inevitable.'
