Upon clenching his fists and keeping the piece of blazing steel in his hand near his chest, the exhausted warrior turned his head and looked at Nostradamus whose eyes were still wide open and was still speechless. Then he spoke feebly, "Master Nostradamus, thank you for opening the dimensional rift to get us back. But please don't close the door too soon next time. I would not have made it back."
He complained, "I was witnessing the dimensional rift closing slowly. I could only work harder to speed up. Thankfully, I made it in time."
No, you were not even close to making it in time!
"… It's great that you made it back."
Without knowing what else to say, Nostradamus could only let out a sigh of relief. He looked over at the top of Joshua's head. Upon seeing the black-and-white hair, he could not help but furrow his eyebrows, "Wait… what happened to your hair?"
