The plunge through the shadowy clouds persisted unceasingly. In that surreal void, Sylvester seized a moment to have Chonky conjure some clothes, ensuring they preserved some dignity. Yet the absence of their armory and weaponry weighed on them. Chonky possessed only the lesser-grade ones, prompting them to grudgingly settle for such equipment.
Yet, almost an hour had passed, and they were still plummeting through the dark clouds. It amazed them to think that the tower beside them was probably the same height. But at the same time, they couldn't even be certain if they were still in the same location. It was a truth that in this realm, everything was subject to the Elder God's whims.
"Keep your eyes open," Sylvester whispered and kept his gaze downward. "I have no idea what 'trial by heart' means."
