Midas had walked for ten minutes straight. He needed an area where he could be at complete peace. He didn't want distractions when attempting this breathing technique.
He walked to a small waterfall that led to a fast-flowing river. At the base of the waterfall was a small pond that was clear and blue. Large salmon with two-inch fangs swam in groups within.
He walked over to a large boulder the size of an automobile that was perfectly round with a flat top and sat atop it.
He took the scroll off his back and opened it in front of his eyes.
'This breathing technique is meant to come with immense torture from what Dorian said. It is slow... painful. It tempers the body through sheer power, grinding strength into one's bones and flesh.' He thought about how Dorian had first explained the technique.
Before reading what lay within, a curious thought popped up in Midas's head.
