After the brief meeting with the Old Saintess, Klaus, and Callie, Max finally isolated himself for his four-month-long retreat.
He had prepared everything—his goals, his training methods, and all the necessary resources.
Everything was set.
Without hesitation, he sealed himself inside his training chamber and entered the Dimension of Time.
The moment he stepped into the Dimension of Time, the outside world became irrelevant.
Here, one hour equaled a year.
Four months outside?
That was centuries inside.
Max embraced it.
He didn't hesitate, didn't flinch—he dived in completely.
The training was brutal—pushing his body, mind, and spirit beyond their limits.
There were times he would briefly return to the real world for food, but other than that—
He was completely lost inside the Dimension of Time.
The endless solitude didn't bother him—instead, it brought him a strange sense of peace
Max refined, sharpened, and elevated his techniques to the Perfection Stage.
