After getting the grime and blood off them, they headed to his home. Unsurprisingly, it was left alone by the wolves, who were nowhere to be seen. Not that Kyrie expected them to be close by after what Zillia had become.
By the state of the food and materials stored there, not much time had passed— a good thing. 'At least it is not like those stories where someone spends a few seconds in limbo, and decades have passed already. If not centuries.'
The prospect was terrifying for him. His friends, everything would have changed so much that his quest would have no meaning at all, and his journey rendered null. Kyrie couldn't be more glad that life, once again, turned out far differently from how stories go.
