If Ange delayed for even a few more minutes, the layers of stacking time might result in years before he could emerge.
Negris hurriedly asked, "What should we do? I'll go and call him."
"How will you call him? The Lord only projected his thoughts downward, not his physical body. Are you going to project onto him?" Anthony asked.
"I will share his vision," said Negris.
"Try it?" Anthony suggested, feeling a surge of inspiration.
Negris immediately shared Ange's vision, and Anthony quickly followed. However, once they shared the vision, they discovered that Ange's vision was a chaotic mess, with countless images rapidly switching, like watching an opera sped up ten thousand times.
"Ange? Ange? Can you hear me, Ange? Come back quickly," Negris shouted forcefully within his soul.
Anthony said, "It's no use. The Lord's soul and body are both in place. He can hear what you're saying, but it's uncertain when he can respond."
