Hal turned around and gazed dumbfoundedly at the Southern Sea, then to Loki, then to the jungle in front of them.
For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
Did he trigger some defensive mechanism that transported him out of the Temple of Chaos?
Hal broke into a cold sweat.
'D-Damn it…how can I show my face to them like this?!' he cursed inwardly, getting the urge to just drown himself in the sea behind him.
They traveled for weeks, only for his journey inside the temple to end in less than an hour?!
But then, he realized that something was off.
They were certainly back to Tiki Island—in the exact location his master's portal opened.
The distant view of the Great Carralis Canyonlands was an undeniable proof of this.
But where were the totems?
Also, while he wasn't too sure, it seemed that the trees and shrubbery were younger.
There were no oaks with such a small trunk as the one in front of him.
None he could remember, at least…
