Outside their tent, Max found Charlotte preparing some succulent meat for their meal. They weren't truly starving, but sharing a hearty dish with everyone would definitely soothe their rattled nerves.
Besides, the sky on the Third Floor always remained exactly the same, so there was no proper day or night, and one simply needed to maintain their own personal sense of time.
After all, even the clocks refused to work on this peculiar floor.
Even though it had been such a long while since the Labyrinth descended upon the world, it was still brimming with strangeness and mysteries nobody could explain.
Max went to sit on a wooden log beside her and asked, "Looks delicious. How long will it take?"
"Should be done in a few minutes," Charlotte replied, still focused on her work. "You already assimilated the Mana Shards of the Forlorn Mimic?"
