At first, Ronan tried to keep time every day with an hourglass and a pocket watch, not knowing which day he forgot to check, he eventually simply stopped paying attention to it.
His life was then only left with a few things—
Meditation, practicing spells in the Inheritance Mark Space, Body Forging exercises, and then it would be rune research...
Ronan very much enjoyed this serenity.
In fact, it had been a long time since he had spent such bland yet fulfilling days.
This kind of routine had accompanied him for a long period during his apprenticeship, it was only after he became a Level 1 Wizard that he was constantly on the move, rarely having such thorough moments to settle down.
...
"Pat—"
Under the densely clouded skies, Ronan stood on a massive dark-red strange rock, opening his right hand.
Balls of black metal burst from his fingertips, falling to the ground, scurrying about like living creatures, some even sprouting wings and soaring through the skies like birds.
