In the lower reaches of Area Zero, the scenery had barely changed. Crystals still coated the walls, with Glimmora clinging to them, and glittering crystalline particles filled the air. It seemed that little time had passed.
Mingyou looked toward Observation Station 4 nearby. The crystals covering it seemed to have grown thicker, so he turned to Terapagos beside him and asked, "Are you sure this is the same space-time? Don't dump me in some random place again."
"Pago~"
Terapagos waved its legs as it explained. Its power couldn't precisely target a particular moment in time for transportation, whether it was sending some unlucky soul back or dragging one over.
That was another limitation of Terastal energy.
Take Miraidon, for example... Put simply, if it was pulled from one morning in the future into the present timeline, when it returned, it might arrive that evening, the next day, or even a month later!
In any case, it couldn't return to that same morning or any earlier point. Even in its absence, time in its original space-time continued to advance. The difference simply wouldn't be too great. That was how the rules worked.
"I don't really get it..."
Mingyou shook his head. That was what happened when you lacked an education, though he could just about understand. Essentially, they should now be at a point fairly close to when he had left. At most, perhaps a month or two had passed.
"I hope Professor Turo is still here. If he's already gone, then... huh? Heh, maybe this really is fate!"
He watched Professor Turo walk out of Observation Station 4, just as he had when the two first met because of an unusual fluctuation in Terastal energy. Perhaps the gears of fate had already begun turning back then...
A short while later,