Beginning Of The End

The consolidation of Safira's newfound power had reached an acceptable state, and Malik figured they had milked all the time they could afford, so they packed up a few essentials and started heading south again.

Hours turned into days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months. All until time itself felt like some never-ending loop. Something that he was quite used to by now.

Wake up, move, kill the occasional monster, train, avoid the occasional Seeker, camp, repeat.

It wasn't glamorous, but it worked.

They simply trained every chance they got.

If they weren't walking or fighting, they were cultivating.

Malik barely slept anymore.

His cultivation routine was practically meditative, healing his body and clearing his mind enough that he didn't need much rest.

While not to the same intensity, Safira went hard as well, lowering her sleeping hours a tad.