Time screamed.
Space drowned.
Yesterday returned.
Concealment devoured all.
Adam was unaware how long he had been knocked out unconscious. To him, it felt like several weeks had passed, but at the same time, it also felt like only a few minutes had passed.
It was this strange incongruity in the flow of time that stirred Adam's broken mind. As he slowly came to his senses, his mind was assaulted by strange voices.
However, these voices weren't the ones he was familiar with. They did not originate from the Faceless Mask.
No, these were different. More primal. More… sinister.
Adam exhaled, sending a small cloud of dust curling across the ground.
Wait, ground? His brows furrowed.
When did I…
He abruptly rose to his feet, the Staff of Calamity clasped tightly in his hand as he prepared for battle. He extended his Sphere of Resonance to scout the surrounding area.
