Soon after Oliver returned to his apartment, he wasted no time settling into comfort. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the air of normalcy that filled the room felt almost foreign—temporary, like a thin veil draped over something far more dangerous.
He moved with quiet intent, shrugging off the remnants of the outside world as he began his preparations. Every action was precise, calculated. There was no room for hesitation anymore.
He was heading straight into the Realm.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Oliver leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as his fingers intertwined. His gaze lowered, not quite focused on anything in the physical world, but instead sinking deep into thought.
'What is the fastest way to grow stronger...?'
The question echoed in his mind, not as uncertainty, but as strategy.
The coming Disaster was no longer something distant or theoretical. It was real. It was approaching.
And Oliver intended to meet it head-on.
