Time passed quickly.
I've been entering the sanctuaries one after another, dragging my feet without rest.
Of course, I haven't lost my sense of time just yet. Whenever mealtime arrived, Tala's subordinates from the previous Butterfly Hotel would come and deliver food and refreshments for us. As such, I could tell how much time passed by from the number of meals I took.
Two days—48 hours—had passed.
"Hazel..."
I muttered her name, a little worried about her current state.
From Pandora's words, their world would need 48 hours before it could return to Variable Time. This means, right now, we wouldn't be able to designate that place as a teleportation coordinate.
Why? Well, think of their world as a single floating ball in the middle of the raging, stormy sea, and you are a lone fisherman with an infinitely adjustable fishing pole. No matter how far your fishing line could reach, you wouldn't be able to get the ball, which you can't even see!
"Hubby?"
"Hmm?"
