Everything in the world raced backward. Only those anchored by Don Quixote entered a state between reality and illusion, frozen in place, while those wrapped in purple thorns traveled upstream into the past alongside him.
When he connected everyone through Hermit Purple, he discovered a region in each of their minds that he could not probe. Having roughly guessed the reason, Don Quixote did not investigate further.
Except...
As they hurtled along, Don Quixote noticed something was wrong.
His mental energy was being consumed at an abnormal rate, and the source of that drain...
As far as Don Quixote could sense, Rome, Naples, Morioh, and Florida each contained someone he had never anchored, yet who had been drawn into this temporal rewind through some inexplicable connection to the people he was carrying.
And there seemed to be others he had yet to identify!
There was even...
Abruptly looking upward, Don Quixote sensed something beyond the reach of his sight forming an extraordinarily subtle connection with him.
What the fuck!
His silver face instantly darkened. Don Quixote wanted nothing more than to curse.
He did not even want to mention what was up in the sky!
Before he could swear, however, time accelerated backward again, plunging him into an uncontrollable whirl of dizziness.
Right then, he suddenly remembered the blank patch he had discovered while probing Yoshikage Kira's memories earlier.
Motherfucker!
So those were their memories after the rewind? What the fuck kind of timeline was this? Why did it get more tangled the more he tried to unravel it?
Wait, if that theory held...
Don Quixote suddenly remembered something.
Star Platinum Over Heaven.
Why did it feel like the plot was about to run wild?
Morioh.
His fingers twitched slightly. Yoshikage Kira climbed to his feet and stared at