End of the trip

Pan was in a corner taking a nap, while other than her and Varan, Ameanum couldn't see anyone else in the room.

"Oh, you are back sooner than I thought. It's been a little less than three hours."[Varan]

"Thre...three hours? Didn't you say one hour is a week there?"[Ameanum]

Varan nodded with his usual smirk on his face.

Ameanum had lost time in that place, but he would have never thought that almost three weeks had passed.

After sighing, he left the tooth on one of the empty tables.

Varan took a look at it, examining and bringing out of his Spatial Ring an ink pen and a small vial of ink.

He started painting over the tooth a few Programming Enchantments. 

Ameanum didn't disrupt him as he knew that even if he spoke to him, Varan wouldn't hear him either way.

He brought out of its sheath his sword and noticed cracks on the blade, but they were getting closed.