Another twelve weeks passed, making it thirty four weeks since Alvarach's death.
Now two months into the year 1722, Ezra was 22 prime years of age.
Much to Zydrax's chagrin, the solution had to be found.
No, more like its progress had slowed to a snail's pace.
While the Life Ark helped him a great deal, understanding, assimilating, dismantling still took a great deal of time.
Moreover, unlike the Life Ark, he had a more complex range of probabilities to deal with thanks to the Mana Cube.
But while a bit irritated, he was going headstrong.
As a mage, research his life blood, and while he might have grown out of it due to inhabiting the world's will for such a long time, Zydrax could feel his old self coming back.
This project could be seen as a collaborative effort between the past life and this one, with failure being but an inevitable step on the path to greatness.
Giving up was not an option, it would be too much a shame if a being such as him could only go this far.
