'Just as I thought...'
Deep in the heart of the blazing shantytown, the leaping flames and thick smoke provided Roland with the perfect cover.
He calmly observed the furious and bewildered reactions of the gray-uniformed Guards outside, confirming a crucial theory he had been entertaining.
'Morne being able to touch me is likely due to some kind of incomprehensible Constitution he possesses. And as for that seeping sensation from before...'
Roland's mind raced as he wove through collapsed beams and burning debris.
'Perhaps my prolonged contact with him—using him as a "bridge" or an "anchor"—has temporarily solidified or deepened my own connection to this Space-Time fault in the year 490 of the Crystal Calendar? Am I no longer just an observer, but beginning to... intervene?'
He had no time to delve deeper. For now, it was just a theory.
His top priority was finding the man.
