Ten minutes later, Octavia joined him, her bright smile illuminating the dim winding path as she said, "Ready to confront the guardian and finally reach the first floor?"
Upon hearing her question, he checked his interface before nodding.
[Remaining time: Seventeen hours.]
She hadn't lied. This place was a gigantic maze filled with useless rooms. From the fifty-five hours that passed, forty-six were spent travelling. And that was after they skipped the empty ones.
Without her guiding him, he wouldn't have reached this far.
"Thank you for your help," he said, taken aback by his own words. When had he ever expressed genuine gratitude? Ever since he stepped foot... floated in this world, he couldn't remember thanking anyone sincerely, except for old Theo after his tragic demise.
Considering his limited interactions, how many true friends did he make in the past twelve years?
