"Demon Hunter, you need to understand your own identity!"
"The one who should have figured this out is you."
Roger raised his head.
"I've seen two people trapped in the Shadow World, and the long confinement made their personalities undergo strange changes."
"I think no one understands the power of time better than you. It changes everything. You choose to sit and talk to me now, but maybe one day you'll come to me willingly."
"Not even to talk, perhaps to let me beat you up."
After speaking, Roger stood up, pushed the door, and walked into his cabin, leaving the Lord of the Mist standing alone.
"Time... Time."
Roger's indifference left the Lord of the Mist with no outlet for his emotions. He gritted his teeth and returned to the place he once stayed.
Time has no meaning here, but for Roger and the others, it's a reality.
Roger immersed himself in building the cabin, and whenever he quieted down and relaxed, he seemed to feel those familiar auras.
