"But closing the rift might." Pit isn't sure how informed Pyrrhon was about the situation with the underground network of tunnels and the trophies, or what fearsome contents lie beneath them. "A student came from the future- a future where we failed to 'close the rift' of a dimensional boundary, and as a result chaos broke loose and led Final Destination City to its destruction. All this strange stuff going on with the alternate universe versions of ourselves and the shadow monsters showing up all over the place is just the first sign of things to come because of it."

What good would hanging around some ruins on a floating land mass do when the rift is lurking beneath the earth? A weighty sense that this expedition is going to be nothing more than a headache with Pyrrhon settled in, and the anxiety of knowing the danger was still waiting to unravel the fabric of the city sank its needles into him. "I doubt I'll find it here. But... I have a feeling this island is somehow related." The feeling evaporates and makes way for resolve. He places a palm on the stone globe before him, feeling its cool smoothness. If only it could just relay the answers he's seeking through touch...