"You are not meant to be here."
The sentence was plain and simple, and it was also quite clear that it had no intention of giving Ailsa a millennia like it had given Ryu.
However, Ailsa seemed entirely indifferent to it.
"Then see if you can do something about it," she said calmly.
The ancient voice fell into silence before its aura locked onto Eska and Isemeine. But it still didn't say anything as it once again turned its attention to Hope.
Something about this place seemed odd.
And then the ancient voice hummed again, seemingly understanding something. In the end…
Its aura locked onto Ryu once more.
"I will give you 100 years."
Ryu frowned.
For one, he didn't like being commanded. Second, he disliked being jerked around just as much.
He had just been given a thousand years, but then without reason or explanation, it had suddenly been shrunk to 900 years.
