“Yeah.“ Dicken nodded somberly as he looked outside the window, his gaze and demeanor turning cold as ice so instantly that I couldn’t help being surprised by his sudden mood change. “I can sense them near us, and I need to take them back inside my body as soon as possible.“
“Why? Where is your Yiki at the moment? Are they with the mafia or that German company?“ I frowned, unsettled and worried about Dicken’s situation. After all, those crystals would be kept under strict control no matter who was holding it, and it won’t be easy getting them.
Dicken pondered for a moment, before shaking his head, “I don’t know. They must have been kept isolated because I can’t be sure about their specific position, severing the link between us. That’s why I had to come up with something to blend in.“
He narrowed his eyes then, the lines on his face becoming even more distinct as he held up his wrist before my eyes. I saw that an artery there was faintly flashing in blue radiance, but it was very weak and could fade at any moment, and Dicken explained, “I must get them back before the portal closes, or I won’t have enough energy to return to the domain of my tribe.“
“What? Didn’t you go back two years ago when the portal opened?“ I was taken aback—was he saying that the portal hadn’t been opened despite the commotion two years ago?
“No, “ Dicken’s voice turned even sadder, and his eyes were half-narrowed darkly. “Those ships blew u p when they sank with me, and my tribe was caught within a temporal vortex that only I escaped, and it took me a whole year to do that.“
“What? A temporal vortex? What is that?“
“I named it myself. It’s just like a black hole, existing as a magnetic field of sorts that pulls
everything passing through it to itself, remaining in the portal after it has formed in the destruction of our domain. I must think of an idea to return to the starting point of that disaster and find the object which destroyed our domain, so that I could use its immense energy to open a portal, reversing the flow of time to rescue my brethren, the last of my kind, “ Dicken said quickly.
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