The landscape blurred past at impossible speeds.
Jack gripped Fluffy's fur tighter as the Cerberus flew across Floor 24's crimson terrain, each stride covering dozens of meters.
The heat radiating from the hellhound's body had become oddly comfortable, like sitting near a well-maintained fireplace.
"So," Jack called over the rushing wind, "how long is this trip supposed to take?"
S, seated beside him with the casual posture of someone enjoying a leisurely carriage ride, glanced over. "At Fluffy's current pace? Approximately four hundred and twenty days. Give or take a week depending on the terrain."
Jack's stomach dropped. "Four hundred and twenty days? That's better than the 500 days it was supposed to take."
"Indeed." S pulled another tangerine from seemingly nowhere and began peeling it. "Floor 24 is rather large."
"I'm human," Jack said flatly. "We'll have to stop for food, water, and bathroom breaks. I can't just ride a hellhound for over a year straight."
