Fell spent the rest of his time in the same place. His brain concocted many plans that used the terrain in front of his eyes. Before long, individuals began appearing around him.
But he didn't move from his place and continued gazing at the distance. The numerous sounds of elevators popping in his surroundings were picked up by his ears but didn't break through his tangible focus.
He didn't only work on many plans but also sharpened his battle intent through his long session of sitting. A nearly visible aura had condensed around his body. His breathing had slowed down to a point where he looked like a statue to the people around him.
