Phinyx had positioned himself near the elevator at the far end of the training room.
There he used his vibes every time I reached him.
Run the length of the training grounds, survive on instinct alone, find Phinyx, breathe. Repeat.
"Fifty one laps, Allaran." Phinyx's voice came out thin, strained. "I'm getting real close to that 'losing consciousness' vibe. Like, actually. I don't know how to control the backlash yet, so I'm gonna..." he gestured vaguely at his own head "Figure that out now."
"Don't worry Phinyx, I think the Citadel Master is just crazy, there's no way he thought I could complete this task on the first day." I said while my whole being fumed with a sweaty smell.
Phinyx nodded weakly and shuffled toward the elevator, probably to find water… or a different thing to try and deal with his backlash.
