Encircling the sealed rift was a cylindrical curtain of sky-blue light composed of spatial and temporal law energies.
"It's so faint you can barely tell there's blue in it. The first layer of the seal is close to breaking," Evan said as he walked around the cylinder, inspecting it.
"Yes. Give or take about a decade," Artemisia replied.
"So I've only got ten more years, huh?" Evan asked.
"Yes. The closer the seal gets to breaking, the faster it deteriorates. Accounting for that acceleration, you have about that much time left."
Evan heaved an exasperated sigh at the words of the goddess.
"It would've been nice if, after this seal breaks, we could just slap another one on it for another thousand years."
Unfortunately, that wasn't possible, and Evan understood that better than anyone on the planet.
