Months passed at a blinding speed. Well, they did for Dyon, anyway. For the other geniuses, it was mind numbingly slow.
Some only wanted these events to hurry and come to an end. After all, it was impossible to find any more treasures on the ground with so many pseudo-dao beasts running around, and they had already lost out on the second phase. Many could only give up and be content with the gains they already had while they hid.
For another, slight majority, group, they had already begun looking for the third phase castle. They didn't care what they had to do, they'd force True God Sacharro to cough up the keys he took.
Dyon, however, couldn't be bothered to care.
