However, before he could dive into seclusion, Max knew there was one crucial thing he needed to confirm—something he had been avoiding thinking about amidst all the chaos.
"Blob," he asked quietly, his voice laced with a thread of hope, "has my soul been healed by the tower too?"
But the reply he received crushed that hope without hesitation.
"No," Blob answered flatly, his voice as clear and calm as ever. "The tower didn't heal your soul. In fact, it didn't heal you at all."
Max's brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"What it did," Blob continued, "was far more peculiar. That red cocoon—what you were sealed in—it wasn't a healing chamber. It was something else entirely. A time capsule.
