Aster quickly saw the place and determined it to be some old, dilapidated altar of some sort. It was made out of stone, with what seemed like a sacrificial table set in the middle.
On the floor of it, there was a complex magical symbol drawn. As soon as he saw it, he felt it strangely familiar and quickly realized why.
"This is the same as the seal on my right hand!"
He tried to confirm it by raising his hand and checking, but to his surprise, there was no drawing on it at the moment. His hand looked as normal as it could be... or not.
"...!"
He was so busy inspecting the surroundings that he was late to notice the change in his body.
Instead of his current, healthy-looking form, the appearance he had right now was the same as right before he was put to sleep by his parents. Srawny, with arms and legs as thin as sticks, almost as if he would break with the slightest touch.
