"Strong." The word came out of Jacob's mouth with a light echo, full of conviction and assurance, but Drammond just brushed it off with a shrug of his shoulders and continued his silent training. He wasn't really doing much, and he didn't particularly look stressed. Jacob could already tell that this dark-haired young man in front of him already believed that he could clear the tower. In fact, it made him feel a certain way because he had doubted himself for a moment.
"Drammond, tell me, how long have you been here? I can tell you're from a different world than I am, but it's not so different that time works differently." Jacob inquired. According to Uga, he could take as much time as he needed before proceeding to the next fight, and by his calculations, only a few hours had gone by since he got pulled into this dimension.
