Time passed differently within Mimir’s Well of Wisdom.
Days here could simply just be seconds or minutes in the real world. However, Ethan didn’t know that.
For him, every minute was filled with anxiety.
Every hour was a step closer to desperation.
He had thought of every argument he could use to counter Hecate, but the Projection that Mimir had created in front of him remained aloof.
This was a simulation based on the information that Mimir knew of the Progenitor of Magic. If Ethan was able to convince her here, the possibility of convincing her in the real world was just as high.
“But you already made a promise to Hecate that you would return her soul to her body if I came to meet you,” Ethan said, his face hardening as he gazed at the beautiful lady, who spread magic in the world.
“And?” the Projection of Hecate replied with a shrug. “I gave her a chance, and the choice is yours to make. It’s that simple.”