Time always flies when you're deeply focused.
As the sun rises and the moon sets, under the eternal magical canopy of Fran, the traces of changing seasons are barely noticeable, with only the slowly changing colors of the magic plants outside the laboratory window quietly recording the footprints of time.
Lynch's life had fallen into a rhythmically peaceful routine, like a stone thrown into a deep pond, creating ripples briefly before sinking into the deep and focused depths.
Each day's schedule was almost strictly divided: spending most of his time in the Cultivation Room, channeling his vast spiritual power, repeatedly sketching, understanding, and integrating the immense and profound [Spiritual Law] rune;
The remaining time was spent in the laboratory, either assisting the Star Speaker Gulwige in deciphering the obtuse space rune texts from Acadia or continuing to delve into the mysteries of Ifrid's Sword, occasionally taking a moment to comprehend the budding [Sword Intent].
