Northern Sands

Kieran opened his eyes inside the carriage, immediately noticing the dimming sky when a long-absent shine didn't blind him. The radiant suns had shifted from their former positions, moving from a crystalline blue and milky white vista to an orange and gold hue that created an almost dreamy backdrop as the carried rode away from its setting form.

He took in the sight, silently marveling before looking at the others who seemed less occupied than he had. 

Calling his approach ruthless and damn near barbaric wasn't wrong. He needed to understand his soft and hard limits, what he could and couldn't endure, to determine where to push himself most.

However, he also wanted to challenge what many — even himself — perceived as the impossible. Could they shatter what was said to be the ceiling of their mortality, not so that immortality could be achieved but so that a new realm could be obtained?