Chapter 188: Back on Giard
With a familiar jarring sensation, the world was ripped away, replaced by a wide, purple corridor and the sense of falling. Irwin looked around, noting the tube-like barriers around him were so dense that he couldn't see anything behind it. He guessed there was space, but who knew for sure? This portal was connecting two worlds that, if he would have to guess, were much further apart than anything he had moved between yet.
"I wonder how long this will take…" Irwin muttered before continuing louder. "Any ideas?"
There was no response, and it took him a few moments to realize that Ambraz wasn't with him. With the realization came a slightly sinking feeling. This would be the first time he'd go anywhere far without Ambraz ever since he'd found the Anvil.
It's just a few hours, he thought as he stared ahead and absently began tapping his hammer against his leg.
Still, as he shot forward, he felt a twinge of loneliness.
"Well, let's just see how long this takes," he said, raising the hammer and unsummoning it.
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"Thank you."
Greldo looked at Monique, stuffing her mouth, seeming famished. They were in the mess hall of the ship, the large female sitting at the table. He could smell she hadn't been able to shower or clean for a good while, and everything about her showed she'd probably been wearing the exact same clothes for weeks.
"When is the last time that you had something to eat?" he asked.
Monique stopped with some cooked rations mid-way to her mouth and frowned. "Five days ago," she finally said." But there were only some rations before that."
Ouch, Greldo thought. He had a lot of experience with being hungry, but five days was a long period.