In that chaotic region.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Of the two locked in fierce combat.
Halifask finally felt a profound, loathing weariness.
He had no idea what he was doing, nor what tangible gains he had made after fighting for so long.
He only felt that.
Things were going more and more wrong!
At the very beginning.
Though he had been somewhat weaker than Orsaga.
The gap had still been within acceptable limits.
But now.
That gap was widening at a strange rate...
Faced with this bizarre development.
Though he did not quite understand it.
One thing was obvious.
Something was wrong.
Dragging this out would only make things worse.
His best bet was to get out of here as soon as possible...
All manner of escape plans began surfacing in Halifask's mind.
For a moment.
Even as they exchanged blows, Halifask instinctively checked how much time remained on the Abyssal Contract he had signed.
He was as miserable as a prisoner holding a bowl of vegetable soup without a trace of oil, with a caterpillar floating in it to boot, counting down how many days of suffering he had left...
Since that duration was determined by the Bottomless Abyss's main timeline.
As such.
Entering a region where time flowed many times faster or slower would not affect it in the slightest.
It would only elapse according to its established rules, without any regard for how much time he had actually experienced.
However.
The result Halifask got was far from ideal.
Just a rough sense of the remaining time left him feeling utterly helpless.
If he could.
He would have loved to run out the clock and muddle through this deal...
Orsaga's fists.
Were truly hard to take!
Their damage alone would have been bad enough.