[One Thousand Years After Achieving 100%]
Time moved differently when you were immortal.
A decade felt like a month. A century like a year. A millennium became a comfortable afternoon that stretched longer than expected.
Elias stood on the balcony of his home—a residence that had expanded over the centuries from simple quarters into a sprawling complex that existed partially outside normal dimensional space—and watched the sun set over the Infinity Realm's eighteenth continent.
He'd watched this same sunset approximately 365,000 times now.
It was still beautiful. The way dimensional light refracted through multiple layers of reality, creating colors that had no names in any language. The mathematical precision of how the "sun" (which wasn't actually a sun but a concentrated Law energy nexus) moved through its programmed course.
Beautiful. Precise. Predictable.
