On the first day of time travel, Thorin was lying in a smelly ditch with his shoes ripped off.
On the second day after time travel, he discovered that he owed a loan shark and the creditor blocked the door.
On the third day of traveling, the sky began to lose its focus.
Really lost my mind.
A golden light and a red light shook Baldur's Gate. Flame Fist sealed the city, the Thieves Guild went out of business, and the streets were filled with civilians crying for their fathers and mothers.
Thorin squatted in the corner, his mentality very stable.
If you are so poor, why are you afraid of the end of the world?
Until a dying old tiefling stuffed something into his hand and was dragged away by the gray-robed man.
Until a cold mechanical voice sounded in his head:
[Deep Blue system is starting...]
Thorin looked at the glowing fragment in front of him and fell silent.
He looked at the battlefield of the saints in the distance where the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering.
The gods over there are grabbing the tablet of destiny.
Fortunately, there is a system, otherwise the time travel would have been in vain.
