"So, you're telling me Foxly somehow knows about the timeline thing... and so do you... and so does Arthur?" asked John.

"Yup..." August replied while they were travelling through the Golden Plains, with any luck they'd make it south in time.

JohnWillStab didn't have many reasons to trust the group, on one hand, they knew of Foxly and Arthur, they displayed a negative relationship with Arthur, plus it didn't seem like they were sugar coating anything.

"Who the hell is Arthur?" asked John.

"That's doesn't matter," August replied.

"I dare disagree! That bastard turned my brain into a smoothie and I'd like to return the favour!" John exclaimed.

"Look! We're basically tip-toeing around what we can and cannot tell you without screwing up this timeline!" exclaimed the one in the front.

"Isn't this timeline getting scrapped anyway?! Might as well screw it up!" John exclaimed.

"No, we're making sure the timeline stays intact long enough for you to reach XxFoxlyxX," Caesar replied.

"Guys, I'm telling you I'll do it!" John exclaimed.

Despite this, they remained quiet.

JohnWillStab walked with his hands crossed behind his back, whether he decided to help them or no, the fact was, the needed to either kill or warn Foxly.

"So, what will happen to this timeline?" asked John.

"Well, we're not switching timelines, but rather changing it at its base, so time will restart, once it reaches the point where XxFoxlyxX discovers a certain... companion, things will play out differently, hopefully, we'll still exist, though it's not like we'll remember anything anyway," they remarked.

JohnWillStab stopped walking.

"Hold on, run that by me again, you're going to restart the entire timeline... to get Foxly not to get his dick stuck in some cave... instead of removing the dick from the cave?" asked John.

The other three look at JohnWillStab for a solid thirty seconds before performing a perfectly synchronised face-palm.

"Guys?!" JohnWillStab exclaimed before crossing his arms.

"Regardless, what are the chances of us finding that cave!?" August asked.

"Well, usually they'd be near zero... but I happen to have a solution!" John exclaimed.

Out from John's sleeve appeared Arachnophobia.

JohnWillStab grinned.

"Now we just need to find a way to reach Kearudown within the next four hours..." JohnWillStab exclaimed.

"Technically, we don't know when the pillar-genital gets discovered... it's definitely between now and a week from now."

"That's a day-long journey on army-grade ships, how are we going to get there in time?!" demanded Ceasar.

JohnWillStab looked into the horizon and saw the coastline.

"I have an idea..." he replied grinning.

A few minutes later they made it to the coast.

JohnWillStab saw the grainy rocks that server like sand, seaweed and salt slimes littered the coast.

The foamy water feeling cold.

"What the hell are you doing!? THIS IS NOT TIME FOR THE SWIM!" Caesar exclaimed.

JohnWillStab reluctantly walked into the water.

"You aren't planning on swimming over to Kearudown!?" August demanded.

"No, you see - the Tenecirus is a tentacle class, y'know octopi and stuff!" John exclaimed.

"Let's hope it can also swim well... like a squid!" John exclaimed.

"..."

"..."

"Nah, I'm just kidding - I wouldn't pull an ability out of my ass like that again!" he laughed.

"What the hell is he going on about?" asked Caesar leaning over to August.

"No, I'll shadow-blink along the seabed, travelling several kilometres in a fraction of a second until I reach Kerudown!" John exclaimed.

"YOU WHAT?!" Jarry demanded.

"You there, quiet guy, you're undead too, right? Come with me!" JohnWillStab exclaimed.

"Wha-?!" Jerry looked around.

"How'd you tell?!" he demanded.

"You... look undead..." John replied.

The two undead make their way into the water and after a few minutes of walking, little to no light reached them, and so they began shadow stepping in the direction of Kearudown, at first they travelled at a measly ten meters per shadow step per second, the fifty meters and eventually one-hundred.

The sensation of the different currents and forests of seaweed and coral varied from nice to gross, but nevertheless, they pushed onwards.

"One-hundred meters per second, times sixty seconds, times sixty minutes... three hundred sixty thousand meters per hour... three-hundred and sixty kilometres per hour..." JohnWillStab was calculating their speed.

Since the shadow-step was a teleportation-like ability, they didn't suffer the ill effects of such speeds, since their lungs were filled with water, the pressure had less of an effect on them, that's not to say the shallow sea they went through wasn't a big impact on their survivability.

"That means I could travel around Earth in just over four and a half days..." John thought.

"Luckily this map is way smaller!"

In no more than one and a half hours they made it.

As soon as too much light reached the seabed, they were forced to walk, much to the terror of one unlucky fisherman, JohnWillStab and Jerry cracked from under a thin sheet of ice, coughed up litres of water before bursting into a sprint.

"Arachnophobia! Foxly-genital tracking mode!" JohnWillStab commanded as Arachnophobia reluctantly performed her task.

They sprinted through the snow, slowly building a coating of ice and frost which melted only thanks to the heat they generated from friction.

JohnWillStab opened his friends-list.

"Hey, Bony - Based on you last of a reply, I guess you can't see messages in the dungeon... or you're busy, anyway - mission update, I'm in Kearudown!" John exclaimed.

In the distance, the sun slowly began to set.

"Great! the sun will be down in like... ten minutes... we'll be able to shadow-step again!" John exclaimed looking back to Jerry.

Jerry was just staring at John mouth-agape.

"What is it?" John asked.

"YOU TRAVELLED ACROSS THE FUCKING SEABED TO KEARUDOWN, DUDE!" he exclaimed.

"Creative solutions are a goal I often strive for!" John replied.

"You really are a fucking lunatic!" Jerry exclaimed.

"Please don't tell me that's the reputation I have in the future!" John replied nervously.

Jerry breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can spoil it for you if you'd like." he offered.

John thought about it for a second.

"Nah, I'll see it for myself! I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise!" he laughed.

The smile faded from his face.

"Right..."

They rushed through the tundra, following Arachnophobia's lead.