There was nothing but earth, not even bushes or small vegetation. There was simply nothing in this world. Where Kayden was, it was an enigma. Not that he could discern anything around him; he was in a state of mental dormancy. His soul was trying to recover, his mind was numb, yet it was trying.
It was almost instinctive, the way he lived. His hunger for power was rooted so deeply within him that even in a nearly dead state — with less than half of his original soul — Kayden was still capable of continuing, of trying, of fighting for something.
Time began to pass at a frightening speed. The cycles of sun and moon moved by, and small laws began to emerge in that world. This process was excruciatingly slow — in the blink of an eye, billions of years had passed without any change, neither in the world nor in Kayden. Everything was terribly the same.
