"Holy shit." That was Kayden's first thought after what felt like an infinite amount of time. It had been long enough for Jordan to become a god and abandon that place — something Kayden had no idea about.
Kayden had taken trillions, hundreds of trillions of years to recover even minimally. It took thousands of trillions of years before he could formulate sentences within his own mind.
All that time had been spent on an immense task — something unprecedented in all history. Kayden looked at himself; his soul was completely obliterated. At that moment, he had only thirty percent of what he had once been. It looked like a patchwork quilt compared to his prime.
His mind could think and form ideas, but he felt slow, lost. It was as if he were in a deep state of drunkenness; his thoughts were confused and constantly collided with one another. It was hard for him to follow a straight line of thought; at best, it lasted a few minutes before everything scattered again.
