"Are you alive? Talk to me," Rozi asked worriedly.

"I'm alive," Adrian replied.

Rozi heaved a sigh of relief.

Adrian had to force his legs, which he had not used in eighteen years, to move and get off of Rozi. As he looked around, she was shocked when she got a proper look at him.

"What happened to you? Look at your hair… And your beard…" she said.

Adrian did not answer and calmly surveyed their surroundings. Rozi would not have recognized him if he was not standing right in front of her.

After a moment of silence, Rozi asked, "Did you not hear me? What's going on here?"

"Eighteen years have passed."

"What?! Eighteen years?! Impossible! All I did was take a nap and eighteen years have passed?!" Rozi exclaimed.

Adrian ignored Rozi and sat down. He took out his dagger and proceeded to cut his hair and beard. While cleaning himself up, he said, "My body is a reflection of how much time has passed. It's been eighteen years. I felt like I was stuck in limbo."

"E-Eighteen years?