The night was deep.
Aaron opened his eyes.
His head felt groggy, and when he touched his forehead, he found it unexpectedly hot.
Clearly, he had a fever.
'This dimensional descent... my luck isn't too good.'
His lips were dry and cracked, his limbs weak...
Aaron was acutely aware of the weakness of the body he had descended into.
Perhaps, it was because of this that the original owner had died, leaving the body for him?
To descend in dimension meant to transmit one's consciousness to another lower plane.
Even the plane worlds were not singular.
At the Blood Battle Martial Arts Pavilion, there were several carefully marked planes that had been mostly explored and labeled suitable for apprentices to train and break through.
Unfortunately, those were too expensive.
Besides, the only other option was to try one's luck and venture into unknown dimensions.
Aaron only had 1 lann, so he naturally chose to explore an unknown dimension.
