Time had slowed.
I was thinking of the universe and how everything in it was governed by time. Everything in perfect unison. In my mind it suddenly clicked. I understood the very nature of time itself. How to use, manipulate, and change it.
Soaking in my misery, thinking of all the shit I dealt with and wishing for more time, I failed to notice the imperceptible that had crept in unnoticed.
I went thru their trials to become one of them but yet here I lay about to take my final breathe on this mortal plane and they mock me. Probably have one last laugh at the great archmage.
I laid down in bed my final time thinking of only time. How much was wasted. What I could have done to keep a hold and make it last longer. And why on earth hadn't the God's transcended my to the heavens. I did everything they asked of me.
The power given to me by Breeze wasn't strong enough to keep me going anymore.
I was 263 years old and felt like I had accomplished nothing except get old and feeble not to mention cranky.