Chapter 244: From The Ashes (1)
The next morning, Deculein and Idnik walked side by side through the island’s forest, where fallen leaves blanketed the earth.
"Roaming this island for over twelve hours is dangerous—even for me," Idnik said.
The limit of assimilation was twelve hours. Beyond that, prolonged exposure to the Voice would begin to fade the memory away like rain on stone, and even someone like Idnik was not immune to it.
"It would be wise for you to move around like we do, since we don’t know what might happen," Idnik added.
"How long did I last the time before?" Deculein inquired.
"You were created at four in the afternoon, and by six the next morning, you were gone—fourteen hours, exactly."
It had been Sylvia who discarded him; however, Idnik kept that to herself.
"Indeed. In the enemy's territory, one must move with the silent elegance of a sand dune," Deculein replied.
“What... Sand dune?”
“Like a desert dune, seen only after it has already changed everything.”
“Don’t talk like you know everything.”