Sam didn't know exactly when the second mission had been completed.
It might have happened only a day after he first entered the [Dimension of Time].
Or perhaps it was right before he left.
In truth, it didn't matter anymore.
What mattered was not when the mission ended, but how far he could still go and how quickly he could move forward.
'The beings said that clearing this realm and actually reaching the last one will be nearly impossible.'
That was what they had told him, and maybe they believed it.
But the reality in front of him was different.
In less than two to three weeks since their arrival in this world, two missions had already been cleared.
Nobody knew the exact number of missions except for Sam, but the fact that there were only seven meant they were making terrifying progress.
'At this pace,' Sam thought, his gaze steady, 'in less than a year all seven could be completed.'
But even as the thought formed in his mind, he knew it couldn't be so simple.
