The world was a tomb of obsidian and silent screams. Telmus knew this because he had built it himself, stone by agonizing stone, deep within the cavern of his own mind.
At first, the exercise had been to amuse his mind, but slowly it began to transform into a thing of necessity.
Telmus had never been one to do things by half measures, and he plunged into the depths of his psyche, creating blocks of Will that were impossible to destroy.
Without any guidance or a path forward, Telmus was forging his Destiny using nothing but sheer stubbornness and his innate arrogance.
And he had no idea what he was doing… had no idea he was rapidly crossing dimensions while imprisoned in his mind.
Talents such as these were enough to make all geniuses despair.
