Orion currently, stood, or rather laid on the 900 millionth step, only a million steps away from the end.
His body was constantly shattering then reforming under the horrific pressure of these steps. His body was entirely covered in blood and sweat as he heavily panted.
Most would've already given up by now but for a man that used heavenly lighting to temper himself almost everyday, what was pain if not the process toward betterment?
Smiling, his body finally adapted to the pressure as he slowly stood up to his feet, his bones heavily cracking and creaking.
"Things should be starting. Hopefully everything goes according to plan." He said outloud, thinking of the elaborate plan he had formed before coming.
Lavaros' old existence was a being that held a lot of secrets, though the most sensitive ones were sealed away, the rest was still invaluable for someone like Orion.
