Time passed with a relentless rhythm aboard the Voyager. For Liam, every day blurred into the next—wake, train, rest, repeat.
The monotony would have driven most people insane, but for someone like Liam, each day brought measurable progress worth the isolation.
His training regimen was brutal by design. Six hours of intensive power development, pushing his telekinetic abilities until his skull felt like it would split open. Four hours of lighter practice, refining control and exploring the boundaries of his electromagnetic sense. Then rest periods that weren't really rest at all, as his body and mind worked overtime to repair the damage he'd inflicted on himself.
The physical toll was severe. Nosebleeds became routine, headaches followed every training session, throbbing pulses behind his eyes that would have hospitalized an ordinary person and dizziness struck without warning, his inner ear confused by the constant mental strain.
