Time became meaningless to Lind. He was in another body but all he knew was the trials were focusing on different aspects of life. Some had been very instructional about his weakness but others broke him spiritually to finish.
Now, he was in his 1 millionth year in a hellish landscape as a drake. He was a water drake that had been left by humans in a burning land of molten rivers and simmering black stone.
He was unable to move or fly as his body was sapped of strength but he slowly scraped forward one millimeter at a time.
He had barely survived many attacks but his Sky Realm power was enough to fight back.
A trail of cool stone was behind him but only to a short extent until the stone heated back up. He was unsure if he was heading out the right way but he had chosen a direction and refused to bend.
Scales cracked and fell off as hunger haunted him. He refused to die again. He refused to be brought low by the world.
