Lind needed more information. Not only for the trial, but for himself.
If his current guess was right, a Fiend had been on Earth either long before he died or had been inserted due to his previous selves shifting his fate. It seemed guessing some of it made progress but he had to confirm it to make certain.
After 3 days, he finally emerged from the fog and had to orient himself under his nearly mortal condition again. Even his new Mystery did not negate the full restriction of the trial.
He sighed as he flexed his legs and soared up like a missile. The sun was halfway to setting so he had no time to waste. The wind roared in his ears but his eyes suddenly narrowed in on something.
He saw very familiar lakes to the north not far from him. He was near the former Great Lakes! They had been distorted like everything else.
