In a dimly lit room, a young adult with black hair, and pale white skin in his pajamas, abruptly opens his mystifyingly purple eyes and pats his chest to calm his rough breathing. Slowly, blood trickles from the orifices of his face as he winces his head at sharp pain which seems to originate from his sea of consciousness from remembering "the weave of fate" he saw in his vision.
As he sits up on the bed and braces his back against the headboard, Hale von Bertram af Damarius realizes that for the past 20 years, the visions he had been having in his sleep were the memories of his past life and now finally at age 23 all of his memories were recovered for the good. And also how his strange behavior which made him a recluse in the Aristocratic society of Wilhelmier Imperium and ceded him the title of "Deranged Eldest Son of Damarius Dukedom" was all just an intrinsic mechanism of his soul to avoid the scrutiny of others_after all he was the one with the shadows in his past life as well.
A mechanical voice like that of a robot speaks into his mind as Hale who was cleaning his face with bedsheets jolts onto his feet and looks around, finding nothing but the old Victorian-style room with a luxurious bed in the middle, wardrobe on its left along with a door to the bathroom, a large window, covered with hyacinth-patterned curtains, along with a study tale, which had a few books scattered on it, sat on the right side of the bed. His face turns to the door in front of the footboard of the bed as he finds nothing but himself in the room, breathing erratically-his heart beating fast.
"Hale af Damarius, the one who glimpsed at the Weave of Fate and even survived its Ordeal, you who carry the legacy of your former World have been awarded The title of 10th Seigneur, Orchestrator of Reality.
May you uphold your duties when required of you!
May you usher your race to its former heights!
May you herald this world to new ages!
Hale af Damarius, Legacy Carrier, Harbinger of Fate, Orchestrator of Reality, accept greetings from The Guardian of ARMAGH!"
Hale finally comes out of his stupor when the voice in his mind stops speaking and with trembling lips, he replies in a broken voice: "I-i a-accept!"
Realization dawnes on him that he had just been greeted by the Guardian of Armagh (planet's name).
In the myths he read, it was told that this planet is protected by giants and their leader, TITAN. But with the almost extinct population of giants and increasingly vicious opponents, 13 individuals from various races were chosen and each one was given vast control over specific elements and magic types along with unique abilities. Thus 13 Siengeur came into being. Throughout history, some stayed secluded while others formed their empires, kingdoms, and organizations.
Hale is astonished as he feels the change in the mana around him as though bowing to him. He walks over to the window and draws the curtains to be bathed in the warm sunlight of the bluish-yellow sun shining dazzlingly compared to its Red counterpart, the Crimson sun. As he opens the window to take in the awe-aspiring view of Galeawerth Academy_grand structures n buildings, slated roofs, and exquisite gardens_he sighs as he realizes that today's Sunday and classes are to start tomorrow.
Moving towards his bed, he sits on it cross-legged and starts breathing in a deep and queer fashion, most likely following his family's secret mana-breathing technique. Soon, he notices a curious phenomena occur in his body, especially in his chest around his heart where there were previously only 3 mana circles, there are 4 now. His eyes widen in shock as a thought occurs to him, 'I just broke through from the final stage of the Mage realm to the initial stage of the Master Mage Realm and became a tier 4 Mage in a few minutes plus the effort of just a year while it took over 3 fkin years of diligent training just to become a tier 3 Mage.'
"That's fukin' ridiculous, I was just testing out the changes", he mutters.