"Will it be possible for me to make improvements on you?" Jaxon asked, standing at the side of Negative Degree Mountain, looking at the deteriorated area where he had fought the golden mecha.
Jaxon touched the remains; it seemed that time had passed. He had been gone too long, and it was not a good sign.
[I don't think it is possible, Jaxon. But… if you were to replicate a soul orb and extract me, I think that would work.]
Jaxon sighed and shook his head before taking out the artifacts he possessed. Collecting artifacts around the country wouldn't be helpful this time. Time was wasted, and it seemed he had to hasten things.
"Time flows differently in the Spirit Realm. I can only hope that the ratio was 100 to 1."
