Finding the Methods to acquire these most important 'tools' was key to his goal of becoming strong enough to create a world where everyone he loves can be safe. Xasha's steps never paused for a second as marched through the black, soundless void to wherever. He couldn't feel his daughter's hand in his, his feet hitting the ground as he walked, or knew what direction he was heading in, but he did not hesitate. Every once in a while, he would get a vague feeling, as if there was something ahead that gave him the urge to head towards it.
The markers came and went in an endless, monotonous rhythm. He felt like he'd been walking for years, decades, centuries with no cause or direction. Xasha's mood was good as he trodded along. This time perception difference was a blessing from the heavens for someone like Xasha, who had boundless ideas and theories in his head to work out. He read all the scrolls, books, and memory stones found in the prisoner's void ring repeatedly.
