"Are you alright, Einar? Evrin? What happened?" Sam asked worriedly seconds after Damian walked out of the waygate.
Amy and Sariel took Kamisen inside one of the tents they had set up. His condition was dire—both physically and psychologically.
"They're exhausted.. Just let them rest for a day or two," Damian said, eyeing Sam. He understood and dropped the questions. The others also took the hint and refrained from asking any more.
Silverspell and Worldscribe had built wooden-walled tents. He had barely been gone for a few minutes. Damian handed the three over to them before stepping back inside the same waugate he had just exited. That place seemed interesting.
Taking to flight, Damian soared into the air. From a distance, he finally confirmed what he had suspected upon first arriving here.
The same massive sword.
What time had they been thrown into compared to the dungeon's timeline?
Seeing the enormous weapon, an idea popped into Damian's mind, and he smiled.
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