A few days had passed since Iris's departure, and Loren had remained in his secluded mansion within the Avalonia Kingdom. As always, he had been immersed in his work and research, delving into the mysteries of ancient magic and seeking hidden knowledge that few dared to uncover.
But on this particular day, as the sun cast its golden rays across the tranquil landscape, something inexplicable occurred.
Loren had been engrossed in his work, surrounded by dusty tomes and flickering mana crystal, when a sudden shift in the air sent shivers down his spine. The very fabric of reality seemed to tremble, and before he could react, he found himself inexplicably transported to an entirely different place.
Loren stood amidst the ethereal beauty of an alternate dimension, his surroundings transforming into what appeared to be an eastern castle. He marveled at the intricacy of the architecture, where fine wood and paper windows adorned the fortress.
