I grew more and more doubtful about Spike Viktor standing before me.
Even with these concerns, I couldn't bring myself to make a fuss.
"Could you pick up the pace? A week feels way too long," I said carefully, testing the waters.
Spike Viktor looked annoyed and shot back, "If you think it's dragging on, go find somebody else. Either way, I'm gonna need a week."
His attitude made me want to smack him right across the face.
"Alright, a week it is," I said, breathing deep and choking down my rage.
I had to have Spike Viktor's assistance, which meant putting up with his crap.
Spike Viktor quit talking and placed his hand before the Mystic Realm, starting his hunt for the mystic keys.
I couldn't risk leaving either. I'd given strict orders that nobody could get anywhere near the Spiritual Spring for the coming days.
Time flew by fast, and three days had already passed, but Spike Viktor still hadn't located the mystic keys.
This obviously got me worried.
