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He needed to gather his thoughts. What was his priority, right now?

Getting back to the real world? That did seem like the most important thing, but without having any idea of where to start working that problem, it did not strike him as a solvable one.

But hmm. How did he get here to begin with? By getting eaten? Did that even explain anything?

Well. Actually. Hmm.

Banda had obviously been able to eat way more than his own body weight. And as he recalled, Bloodeye was the same way. The guy had literally pulled missiles out of his stomach.

So... was this how they were doing it? Was this place their own, personal storage dimension or something?

That would explain things, but for one snag.

There was nothing here but iron. No missiles or acid or anything else.

Then, maybe... maybe instead, this was just one of many elemental worlds. And all the things they ate were broken down to said elements for the purpose of storage? Which would mean... that when they pulled things out of their stomach, those things were being reassembled from their base elements?

Huh. If that was the case, then maybe Banda could still yack him back up. In fact, that last part was almost certain to be true, Hector felt. He could've been mistaken about everything else, but Banda had to be able to retrieve him, just like those missiles from Bloodeye.

Problem was, Banda had control. If and when Hector ever returned, it would be at Banda's whim.

...Right?

Hmm. Could it be possible to force Banda to return him?

Looking around at the empty landscape one more time, he supposed there was no harm in trying. He just wished he could think up a better plan of action than trying to get himself puked back into reality.

So he set to work.

It was time to really test the limits of power in this place. If the goal was to make Banda barf, then the only thing to do was to start creating havoc here. He had no real reason to believe that Banda would actually be impacted by anything he did in this world of iron, but at this point, it felt like his only hope.

Hector brought all of his concentration to bear, wanting everything this world could give him. He aimed to lift the entire horizon. If it truly was iron all the way out there, then he intended to see it move.

And it did.