Waking up, Ezra stretched languidly, his muscles rippling as he shook off the last remnants of sleep.
His body had fully recovered, but a faint undercurrent of fatigue lingered—remnants of his harrowing encounter in the secret realm.
Getting dressed, Ezra heads out of the sovereign universe to meet Sidal, and in turn meet those he had left to learn about the galactic society.
Garbed in his signature white tuxedo, the lizardmen maintained his professional demeanour.
"It's good to have you back sir" Sidal said, his deep voice calm yet edged with curiosity. "You were inside that realm for quite a while. Two weeks and three days, to be exact"
Ezra's brows furrowed. Two weeks? He had spent far less time within the secret realm—at least by his perception.
This confirmed a disturbing suspicion.
"There's a time imbalance," Ezra mutters to himself.
The healing crew in the watchtower had failed to mention this detail.
His thoughts drifted briefly to Vorath.
