Four Months
As Jake went into seclusion for an indefinite period of time, the other Myrtharian Nerds also began to prepare for their next Ordeal.
On another Floating Island much larger than Jake's and all his comrades combined, two sisters with long silky pink hair stood nervously in the lobby of a huge mage tower in front of a handsome middle-aged man with flame-red hair who was none other than their beloved father.
"Err... That bastard still doesn't want to meet me?" Phirune aggressively tapped the armrest of his throne, jetting out scarlet flames from his nostrils with each exhale. "I want you to leave his faction, that's an order. I will not trust the lives of my daughters to an irresponsible man."
"Father!" Esya shouted red with anger. "That's enough! He'll come to you when you stop nagging him and he's certain you won't try to kill him on sight."
"Or rather when he's certain that even if you try you won't succeed..." Enya sneered just after without hiding any of her utter disdain.