Alex tried again and again to find the actual truth, but the one he learned had been the truth.
Over 1400 years had passed since he had left Hell. Over 1600 years had passed since the Alchemy tournament.
It had been nearly 1800 years since he had last seen any of his family members.
"No…" he said, letting out a hollow, haunted gasp. "This… this can't be. How…?"
Bladedance seemed to understand that something had gone wrong in their travel. "Explain to me, what is going on?"
"I… don't know, master," Alex said, slight panic filling his voice. "You were correct. It has been over a thousand years. It has been 1400 years since we left Hell. But… I was sure it hadn't been more than just 50 years in the Void."
"We did spend 50 years in that room," Bladedance said.
"No, not that. 50 years outside. Just a few days inside," Alex said. "I remember finding those wounded people dying in the Void. I saved them, and then I left. Not even a day later, I was out."
