“Dark!”

Belinda was the first to rush into the room, shouting loudly.

Sure enough, a mass of black energy hovered near Ghislain, who remained lying down. The entity, unmistakably Dark, floated mid-air like a blackened shadow.@@novelbin@@

The others quickly followed, their voices overlapping in panic.

“What’s going on with the young master?”

“Is His Grace safe?”

“Is Ghislain alright?”

The atmosphere turned chaotic, resembling a bustling marketplace. Dark roared in frustration, his voice sharp.

“Silence! Listen to me first! There’s no time!”

Belinda, grabbing hold of Dark's shadowy form, demanded,

“What do you mean, no time? What’s happening to the young master?”

“He’s fine! Everything’s fine! It’s just… time here flows differently!”

“Time… flows differently?”

“Yes! Time is passing much faster on your side! Now, shut up and listen!”

“Alright, alright, we’re listening!”

Dark straightened, his tone turning more formal.

“First, he wants me to tell you not to worry. He couldn’t explain things beforehand because he wasn’t certain how it would play out. He just wants you to wait. He’ll return safely—anytime now!”

“Where is he? Where exactly?”

Dark, his tone brimming with a strange pride, answered,

“We’re in the past! A thousand years ago! Back when the Magus Age and the Opposer still existed!”

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