"Not before I take care of everything here on Earth," Arthur said as he turned to his brother. "I will be here for a while."
"A while? It used to be forever," Oren gave him a little laugh. "And when are you coming back?"
Arthur was silent this time, and Oren could feel a pit in his stomach. His brother avoided looking at him but looked at the people celebrating below.
"If I win the game, I will be able to control the flow of time and return right to the moment I left. But if not, then… never," Arthur said after a while. "The flow of time is different depending on the realm you stand upon. The farther you are from Devaheim, the longer time stretches."
Oren was silent as his hand clutched his chest. He wanted to say many things and to dissuade Arthur from doing it, but his throat seemed reluctant to produce the sounds. The two brothers stood there, one looking at the ground while the other looked ahead.
