Sitting in front of a magic book, casually flipping through its pages, it had now been three months since Adall had lived in this new reality. A reality that seemed both identical to and very different from the one he knew. It had also been three months since he had been searching for a way to escape what he still considered an illusion, without success.
The Windsor library where he currently found himself was noisy.
Much more than usual, in fact, because a group of three individuals, barely 10 or 12 years old, had decided to harass another, disturbing the tranquility that should have reigned in this place.
The kid being tormented at the moment was very familiar to Adall.
He recognized him instantly.
"Endric?!"
