The train continued its course, passing through countless underwater habitats and magical landscapes.
Liam would've liked to enjoy the sight, but Nord's incessant mental chatter made it impossible. The boy's mind was a never-ending stream of inane questions and pointless observations.
At one point, Liam simply couldn't take it anymore. He blocked out Nord's mental transmission and began to cultivate with his eyes closed. It was a welcome reprieve from the boy's constant noise.
'It'll take at least 4 days until we reach the borders. After that, it might take two weeks to arrive at Korsan lands.'
Liam's storage devices were filled with provisions, books, forty-some inscribed pairs of katanas and wakizashis, forty of the same kind except plain, paired with mental sphere, body and core strengthening/nourishing pills.
On a separate ring, there were twenty-five Rank 3 darkness magical beasts, and fifty Rank 2 of the same kind.
