Wizard World, Shadow Moon Tower, underground cavern.
Ian's main body sat cross-legged before the Abyssal Altar, his eyes snapping open.
'The flow of time… it's wrong!'
Just now, he had clearly perceived that in the Projection World, several hours had passed from his arrival to the present moment.
Fighting, getting injured, fleeing for his life, killing the Mutant…
But here in the Wizard World, the vortex on the altar had only just stabilized, and the light from the Anchor Stone Array had barely dimmed.
He stood up, walked to the edge of the altar, and held his hand out over the vortex.
A thread of his Spiritual Sense extended into it.
'The time flow ratio is about 1:30…'
A thoughtful look flickered in Ian's eyes.
The difference in the flow of time between the two worlds was too great. For every day that passed in the projection, only about an hour might pass here.
