The soft hum of the wind danced across the high peaks of the dragon lands, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that belied the power of the place. Lance sat cross-legged on a smooth stone platform carved into the mountainside. His eyes were closed, his breaths deep and rhythmic, exuding a calm yet commanding presence.
His posture was serene, yet there was an undeniable power radiating from him. A closer look revealed just how much he had changed over the past year.
Lance's frame was even taller now, standing at an impressive 6'9" when upright, his broad shoulders and muscular build a testament to the grueling training he had endured. His once fair complexion had darkened, his skin now almost a deep bronze, as if reflecting the strength he had absorbed from the Chasm of Life.
