Time lost all meaning to Lind's senses. There was no day nor night yet he periodically checked the trial interface. There was no new progress but he had confirmed even his senses were being distorted.
He flew for days that felt like minutes and then hours that were actually only a day.
His speed was little better than a car going 30 to 40 mph but he was also slowing down at times as sounds reached him from the surface.
The thralls could sense him but not find him. Their strength was nothing yet he could not explain the strangeness of their existence.
Thralls were usually just living beings tied to a Fiend and could be taken over remotely. They were not amorphous blobs at all!
He suspected something in the fog itself was interacting with the technique but he could not determine what.
It took a solid 2 weeks before he finally felt an increase in density. He had been going up and down while moving east. He was trying to find that center he had seen from far above.
