Weight Of The Crown

Soon, while enduring the most painful self-torment, tens of thousands of years began to pass.

Unfazed by the agony, Maximus pressed on until his core of origin teetered on the edge of breaking.

"Let's stop here. It's time for you to heal," the Entity of Origin advised.

"Hmm," Maximus nodded, frowning.

Every moment of the trial of origin felt like he was being butchered, and worse, he was the one wielding the blade.

Channeling the plane origin around, he began to absorb it to hasten the healing of his core of origin.

"This will take at least ten thousand years. You can leave for now,"

The reason why he endured the pain rather than heal sooner is because it took a lot of time.

Especially for small patches, which could demand ten times as much time as repairing a nearly shattered core of origin.

"In that case, I'll go. Call me when you're ready," the Entity of Origin said with a nod.