"VIA, how long have I been staying here?! How many days have passed?"
Emery's voice echoed through the vast emptiness of the soul world, but there was no answer. Here, he was truly alone, left only with his own thoughts and estimations.
He tried to gauge the passage of time. By his rough calculation, he had spent nearly a full year in the soul world. If his understanding of the time dilation was correct, that meant about two or three weeks had passed in reality.
A sudden weight pressed on his chest. It wasn't just the promise he had made to the fey girl that worried him; it was the whole matter of returning home. His responsibilities, his friends, the impending duel with Kronos—he couldn't afford to waste another moment.
He needed to escape, and he needed to do it now.
