It struck him after ten minutes of complete silence. Quite a long time for a person with a thoughtful caliber as Remirg. Though still, the plan devised up by him was foolish enough to drive a sane mage into fits of hysteric laughter.
Upon close inspection by Remirg himself, the plan really was quite comical, the desperation inside him devising up a notion which was not foolproof, but would serve as a rickety make away for now. Even though how primordial it was, Remirg had to go with it. He had no other viable choice, till he made his way back to Sebras.
Hoisting himself up from his pensive position, Remirg started pacing the perimeter of the island, tracing a perfect circle, halting at the very same spot from where he had started his short detour. He stood at the very same point of view from where he had started.
*Perfect. Here goes nothing, once again...*
