So, that gave rise to a new question.
What would that thing, that humanoid but inhuman thing, look like now? Had it successfully left this place, or was it still mingling on the Island, among the Wizards?
Of course, it might also be standing outside the crowd, watching the farce on the Island from a detached perspective as it waited for the right moment.
But Ruger believed that if he had been cooped up on a sealed, deserted Island for too long, he would definitely have slipped into the crowd to have some fun. The difference was like that between Big Fish and the Monster Wolf: whether their intelligence had developed to a certain level. Big Fish had been suffocatingly bored, even accidentally nagging a few little Wizards to death. And judging from the little girl who had only just awakened after sleeping all this time, that one's intelligence was no less advanced than Big Fish's.
Likewise, putting himself in its place, if it could leave, it would naturally have done so long ago. If it had failed to leave, there had to be a reason—something it could not let go of, some limitation it could not overcome.
Ruger hoped more that the thing, which might already have become human, had left. That would make matters much simpler. Now that the rescue had arrived, everything would become much clearer.
At the same time, he was more inclined to believe that it had already left, and he hoped it had succeeded. Beneath its once-inhuman appearance, he could sense every human side of it. For instance, it had left a door that could be opened for this child, who from that point in time would only be born in the future.
It wanted to leave this place, and it could empathize. It