Suddenly, everything around Damian morphed into a twisted whirlpool of scenery, and he was sucked into its chaotic pull, only to be spat out into another strange place.
This time, he was a dwarf...?
Did they even exist? Why had he never heard of them before—or civilized colonies of orcs, for that matter? The world looked so real, so tangible, it couldn't possibly be a mere figment of his imagination. Then again, his dorm room had seemed just as vivid, so perhaps this was another bizarre trick of his mind, testing him in ways he couldn't comprehend.
At least his height was closer to what he was used to, though he felt broader than usual. His massive hands, rough and calloused, felt powerful—capable of shaping the world around him. These were the hands of a craftsman. The mana within him swirled like a concentrated ball of energy, dense and vibrant. Now, this felt more like it.
