By now, quite some time had passed since the fifteen-minute mark; he had to speed up. Fortunately, this strange island no longer affected him much, and the monsters here would not actively attack him. If he rushed at full speed for ten minutes, it should not be a big problem.
Crossing half the island sounded troublesome to an ordinary person, but in fact, when Shard went from the front door of Green Lake Hotel to the place in the south of the small town where the mansion had vanished, only seven minutes had gone by.
The fluttering butterflies in the rain turned into Shard's figure, continuing to move toward the hills. As expected, the closer he got to Edwards' Old House, the lighter the rain became, and the denser the mist grew.
This was the only road from the town to the mansion. Countless things seemed to be peeping at him from within the fog, yet he still made his way smoothly and finally arrived before Edwards' Old House.
