Isolation

After what felt like an eternity, Reign reached a point in the river where the energy thickened into a jelly-like substance.

The once easy to move current had become a trap, pulling him down with every movement.

What was worse, he couldn't fly here—the space itself denied him that freedom.

'So what now? Do I just keep walking?' he wondered, staring out at the endless river. 

At this point, he wasn't even sure if there was an end to it at all. Maybe the text had been right; this place was infinite, and that thought made him uneasy—there was nothing scarier than that.

'The system only said it would solidify; it never promised I'd find the end of this godforsaken place,' He grumbled, but he didn't have much of a choice, so he had to keep moving.

Another cycle passed.

System, how long have I been here?

[System: Relying on the system's 24-hour format, it has been 42 days.]