Despite being trapped within the endless abyss of the beast's belly, Emery was anything but idle.
His light self devoted the days to cultivating, drawing in the lingering fragments of Kronos' domain before they vanished entirely. The once-mighty space had collapsed into a hollow husk, yet its fading cosmic essence was still enough to nourish Emery's spirit and deepen his understanding of the laws.
Meanwhile, his dark self threw himself into ceaseless combat against the dracolich, Daurgothoth. The skeletal dragon, wreathed in frost and death, never once lowered its pride nor showed him mercy. Every duel was a brutal contest that ended with Emery battered, his soul aching, and his pride bruised. But each loss became a stepping stone. Slowly, painfully, he chipped away at the chasm that separated them.
