As Andrew basked in his newfound potential, he allowed himself a moment of pride and reflection. The journey to this point had been anything but easy.
Memories of the bold, reckless decision to steal the planar crystal from the demon camp flooded his mind. That single, audacious act had set off a chain reaction of events that brought him here.
He remembered the anxiety that gnawed at his core as he crept through the demon camp, the tension that coiled in his muscles as he clutched the planar crystal and teleported away.
That dangerous gamble had caught the attention of his great-grandfather, leading to his summons to General William Drake's pagoda. It was there that Princess Isabella had first taken note of him, her interest piqued by his daring and resourcefulness.
His great-grandfather's request to gift the planar crystal to the family had been a test of loyalty, one Andrew had passed, earning him treasures beyond his wildest dreams.
