Eleven slowly shook his head, trying to think through this seeming impossibility. Hendrik, from a time in Erdrea's future, wherein Mordegon had already been defeated? He had questions- a great many of them- but would knowing the answers change that when he returned? Should he even know this much?

"Yggdrasil has only ever shown me the past," he said, brows furrowing. "I haven't seen a single tockle here since I arrived. I don't understand.."