Later that night, Jason and Harold were standing outside the large mansion together. Jason had his hands folded across his chest, and he watched Harold strap his backpack properly as Harold prepared to leave. Harold had come to Jason a few minutes ago and told him that he was planning to leave Earth to continue his personal mission across the Primordial Expanse. Although Harold had put his mission on hold to warn Jason and the others about the Celestial of Death and help them in taking care of it, there was still a lot that Harold had to do out there. Harold snapped his bag buckle around his chest, and he stuffed his hands into his coat pocket before he turned to Jason as Jason spoke up.
"Do you really have to leave this soon? Your wound might be healed, but you were really injured. It might be best for you to rest for a few more days."
