Time seemed to lose its meaning deep within the Black Stone Mountain Range.
Raylo sat cross-legged on a massive bluestone. For the past ten days, he had been like a statue. Aside from occasionally scratching Moonlight beside him, he had barely moved an inch. Moonlight was equally quiet, using the World Power Crystal Raylo had given it to comprehend this primal Power of the World.
The Element concentration in the air had grown so dense it was suffocating. If an ordinary Tier One Mage were to stand here, they would likely faint instantly from the violent Magic Power turbulence.
"It's the tenth day," Raylo said, slowly opening his eyes. His black pupils reflected the distant peak, which was completely swallowed by dark clouds.
