Inside the illusion of the Samsara Rune, the old man, Leric, was inside his laboratory. He seemed to be immersed in his research and he didn't even notice that more than a few decades had passed by.
Suddenly, he saw a wisp of light floating in his laboratory. Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. His laboratory was sealed and there shouldn't be any insects capable of entering inside.
"How did you come here, little guy?" The old man muttered as he reached out his hands towards the wisp of light. He was thinking that it was just a stray firefly, but when his fingertips touched the floating wisp of light, his body shuddered.
"Leric... Leric Lassiter... Aethelwolf Lassiter... King of the Barden Territory. Who am I?" The old man clutched his head as a huge stream of memories appeared in his mind.
He staggered and lost his footing, making him fall to the ground.
The old man was still in pain and he kept on writhing on the floor.
