A rank hunter John Casey.
He stood before the gate a smile etched deep into his face, he reminisced, the exact spot he stood around two years ago, he stood before the gate due to his hefty connections within his guild, his influence was vastly deep, he wished to hog the limelight, to further his fame and monetary gains
Time flowed separately from within a gate, a day on the outside would convert to a week within, meaning that Luke Murray has been dead for over ten years.
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inside the cave a man still slept upon a rock he had not awoke once, his perception of time was so dull, he could sleep peacefully upon a slab of stone for days before waking up, having known nothing was amiss.