The Storm Is Coming

Five days had passed since the old man had left me alone to move the massive rocks. At first, the small ones were easy enough. I maneuvered them swiftly to their designated locations, barely breaking a sweat. I worked tirelessly without rest, pushing myself to the limit.

By nightfall, I had completed the small rocks. Without pausing, I transitioned to the medium-sized boulders. My body, hardened by countless trials and tribulations, was still far superior to that of an ordinary person. Yet, even I was struggling under the weight of these monstrous rocks.

Despite the excruciating pain, I gritted my teeth and persevered. I dragged the boulders, one by one, to their designated points. I had no idea how long I had been at this grueling task, but the sun had risen and set, painting the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors.