Aildrin immersed himself in Silas' lore, but when the old man mentioned his actual name, his face blanked. He thought it was just a gimmick from the system to make the scene more convincing, but when the red note appeared, it was a different story.
He pinched himself hard, hoping it was just a dream. But it was not.
"Five years ago," Silas said, "humans not of this world appeared from portals. They came in friendly terms, and one of them was your father, Adil. We called them adventurers as they helped us fend off monsters from the abyss. And some of them could even invoke magic that allowed them to change their appearances similar to the other race."
"Stop!" Aildrin said. His chest heaved, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "I need to get out of here. My mind is playing games with me; I need to return to the real world…"
