When Daniel finally saw light ahead, a full century had already passed.
"This journey is a little too long, don't you think?" he muttered, exhaling softly.
Beside him, Kartora smiled faintly, her voice light and amused.
"No matter how far we've traveled," she said, "at least it proves that my direction was correct."
Indeed, their voyage had been unimaginably vast.
They had spent a hundred years inside the time tunnel itself, moving through an existence that no longer obeyed any natural law of duration.
Daniel hadn't even bothered to use Time Stream this time.
Here, within the interstice of timelines, time itself had lost meaning.
Even if he invoked the ability, he would only loop back to the moment he stepped into the portal.
Those hundred years spent traveling could never be undone.
In the quiet that had stretched across centuries, Kartora had become his longest companion — the one who had walked beside him through endless silence and collapsing time.
