One of the greatest advantages of the Time Chamber was simple—Adrian could enter and exit it as many times as he wished.
He knew Sylvie's life hung by a thread. One careless move, one reckless risk, and she would die. That was why he had allowed Bishop's poison-coated blades to pierce his body.
Each time the venom burned through him, Adrian slipped into the Chamber, drank a potion, and returned as if nothing had happened.
He had stocked more than enough potions—enough to keep an entire battalion alive—so the poison itself had never been the true danger.
The real problem began when Sylvie panicked. Her sudden reaction forced Adrian's hand, and with no other choice, he drew the spare revolver Forgelet had gifted him.
That panic, however, created just the opening he needed. A single shot was all it took to bring Bishop down.
"Ah… where are we?" Sylvie's voice trembled as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar place.
