"You think in the short term. My Hyrule, the one I sought to conquer all those years ago, is gone. I lost it to the long passage of time I spent in your realm. My people are long scattered - perhaps all slain by my enemies. Where once we kept a sacred temple, they now hold a prison to execute their enemies. But even those wretched men are long dead. If I have to spend another hundred years to leave this place, what of it? Hyrule will still be there, regardless of who populates it. For now, I wait. This place makes for a more amiable distraction than your prison. Even so, it will not hold me forever."

He would return, one way or another. Then, he would visit his wrath upon Hyrule again. It did not matter if it was the Hyrule she knew, only that it was Hyrule at all. The kingdom would endure in his absence and then he would come again and take it unopposed, now armed with power and strength not of that world. He was not wasting his time, but instead planning his next invasion.