It was unknown how much time had passed among dusty ruins of the destroyed mountain ranges, but when Davis's shot his eyes wide open, he could intrinsically feel that he was in control of a new law!
During the time of comprehension, he didn't notice that he lost all signs of life because the black tendrils from Fallen Heaven had influenced him. So he was unaware of how the Death Book instinctively reacted to his comprehension.
He took a deep breath and was about to conjure the new law when he turned cautious as the second thing he noticed was he didn't know how much time had passed.
A second? A minute? An hour? Or more than that?
It was still day, and the sun more or less shone from the same position, but what if exactly a day had passed?
