As the remaining forty minutes passed, Asher had spent the time testing out his teleportation Mark, throwing short daggers around before moving between them with seamless ease. As time finally elapsed, the entire separate space shattered as space itself ruptured, though not in a massive explosion. The trees, the air, the clouds, and even the sky all seemed to smear out of existence, as though they had been nothing more than an illusion from the very beginning.
In reality, however, they were simply being erased under the limitations and conditions FatelessPen had established earlier.
Asher's feet touched the floorboards as his senses gradually returned, and he found himself standing within his room once more. Looking around, he saw everything exactly as he had left it. His eyes drifted toward the massive glass window at the side of the room. Walking over to it, he peered outside and saw that night had already fallen.
"Two more days, huh?" Asher murmured out loud.
