"Where in this inverted pyramid do you think we are now?"
"Probably somewhere in the middle to lower levels." Lina pointed at the ice field beneath their feet. "Haven't you noticed? Time here is no longer as fragmented as it was at the beginning."
Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
Indeed, when they had first entered the Time Maze, every step would carry them through time. Only by crowding together could they barely remain within the same stretch of time. But here, even after taking several steps, Lin Qiye was still in the same time segment. Compared to before, the space-time here seemed much more stable.
As the two spoke, a muffled groan came from nearby.
Demon Wolf Fenrir swayed as he got to his feet, constantly shaking his head. His steps were unsteady, as if he had drunk bad liquor.
"What terrifying recovery ability." One of the orderlies treating Fenrir could not help but sigh. "For any other divine beast, those injuries would have been fatal... and he's already recovered enough to move."
Seeing this, Lin Qiye asked, "How is he?"
"He's no longer in mortal danger. From here on, he'll have to recover on his own... but that blow landed on his head, so he may have a concussion. Whether it leaves any lasting effects is hard to say." Another orderly explained.
"Alright. Thank you for your hard work."
After bidding Lin Qiye farewell, the two orderlies returned to the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
Lin Qiye watched Demon Wolf Fenrir stagger crookedly toward him, his expression somewhat strange. However, Fenrir did not seem hostile. He simply could not find his bearings.
"Either way, let's get closer to the ruins of the Gate of Truth first," Lin Qiye said to Lina.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the exit from this maze