Fu Qian knew that the accumulation Witch spoke of wasn't a side effect of his transmigration here. It was the ever-increasing Nightmare Corridor index.
For the two of them, that was an old topic by now.
And after their previous success, coupled with her current status as a Higher Being, she clearly wasn't too worried about it.
The accumulation came from this nightmare. And when she said there wasn't much time left, she meant that as well.
"What happens when time runs out?"
Having already stepped ahead to lead the way, Fu Qian casually asked as the next moment came.
"Blood loss."
The pontiff, who was keeping watch behind him, was indeed perceptive. Without hesitation, she offered a specific but bizarre term.
"And it doesn't just mean literal blood. Even if you were made of stone, certain important parts of your self would spill out, and eventually your body would undergo irreversible changes."
An interesting change.
"But it won't affect us at all before it builds up to that point?"
Fu Qian imagined the scene and casually asked.
"So far, that seems to be the case. You can think of it as the depth of one's descent into the nightmare. That's an inherent property of this place, and different people descend at different rates."
Witch confirmed his guess.
"Fair enough. Too bad Lady Xia won't have much more time to admire the glory of my Dark Moon."
Fu Qian sighed.
"She really can't hold out much longer, so it'd be better to send her back first. The problem now is that this place can't hold out much longer either."
As they chatted, the two had already reached the passage they'd seen earlier. Witch spoke as she casually looked around.
"Everyone who intrudes is affected, but with us as its target,