The year passed by in a breeze.
Damien hardly recognized the time. He was so focused on his one improvement that he barely even understood the kind of stir he'd caused.
Naturally, he knew that people were coming to his sky island. He also knew that they were interested in him, as they would approach him whenever he wasn't training to talk about Nonexistence.
However, to him, they were just visitors. Their conversations were short, and though he welcomed others to stay in the sky with him, he didn't interact with them needlessly.
He was focused more on training than them, and they knew that as well.
The people of the island were respectful. They maintained boundaries when necessary because they knew how important it was to not lose a single moment.
After all, every single one of them was a top expert. Most of them had near-perfect control over Nonexistence, which was the root of their problems.
