PoV Fiogen
"Focus here; I'm not trying to mess around." Forren reminded me while circling around me.
My ears were still ringing, and my sense of touch was all over the place. Some parts of my body were extremely sensitive to the heat in the sand, while other parts were completely unaffected by it.
"Are you sure of what you saw?" He asked me.
"Yes, I remember that tree perfectly, that beautiful tree with those soft-looking leaves. It was a massive tree resting in the middle of another absurdly large lake, and that's all I saw before waking up here." I answered him.
The one who stood before me was a variation of a B-tiered calamity, at least from what he told me; the variation made it so that he couldn't develop a unique ability of his own and didn't allow him to develop the usual horns or tails that mark the B-class. His name was Forren, apparently.
