Final Preparations
Max sat cross-legged in the training room. Eyes closed. Breath steady.
Then—his mind drifted.
A familiar pull. A shift in reality.
The Dimension of Time.
The world around him faded. A void stretched endlessly. Time slowed. Or rather, he moved beyond it.
Here, minutes became hours. Hours became days.
And he used every second.
Polishing. Refining. Perfecting.
His techniques sharpened. His skills became more fluid. Every movement, every ability—honed to its peak.
But he didn't stay locked away.
Every now and then, he pulled himself back to reality.
Callie was preparing, too. And between training, they talked. About strategies. About the expedition. About things unrelated to battle—distractions to keep their minds from the weight of what lay ahead.
Time moved fast.
Before they knew it, two days had passed.
Now—it was time.
The Mourning Depths awaited.
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The West Region.
