[ A record of years 5-10 spent inside the time chamber ]
"Again, Max." Kremeth's voice echoed over the windswept plains.
Max looked up from where he lay, battered and bruised from another failed attempt. His body ached and his mana was low, but he knew he couldn't afford to give in.
With a sigh, he pushed himself up, eyes hardened with resolve, he had all the time in the universe inside this chamber, all that he needed to do was keep getting back up and progressing slowly, everything else would fall into place.
The first weeks of year 5 in his training were gruelling. Max would levitate a few feet off the ground, only to lose control and crash back down moments later. The pain was familiar, an old companion by now. But that didn't make it any easier to bear.
