Whether time was passing or not was questionable. Damien felt every second of every day, but at the same time, he felt stuck in the past, as if he hadn't moved since the first second he entered the Abyss.
His days were monotonous.
He never deviated from the same activities, studying ancient civilizations, comprehending fragments of destroyed universes, massacring Nox, and trying his best to move towards his end goal.
The closer he got to Al'Katra, the further he felt.
His separation from the known universe became palpable at some point, and every step he took in the opposite direction weighed down on his heart.
Yet, he remained strong.
He pushed down the loneliness and didn't allow it to plague his mind. Once again, he focused his energy on accomplishing task after task to unveil a multitude of truths.
Though, his patience training was extremely useful.
At a time like this especially, patience was more important than anything.
