"They're real… I… How do I bring them here?" Lucas asked, his eyes filled with desperation.
The overseer regarded him with an unexpressive face.
-"There is a slight possibility for that, but you won't be able to do it until you reach a certain level of strength and skill proficiency."-
"I don't care—just tell me how I can!" Lucas shouted, his face still etched with desperation.
-"Reach level 100. Until then, I can't provide the details."-
"Level 100…" Lucas's face paled, a shade of gray washing over him before his resolve returned with renewed vigor.
"I can do that. No, I will do that. But wait—what's the time difference between that world and the Plains of Amaeron?"
-"It's not as you might think. For every month that passes here, two months will have gone by in that world."-
