"Prepare yourself." The same staff from the magical tower who had handed me the magic stone said as he touched the runes beneath my feet. Soft, blue mana flowed from his hands, and the runes below glowed like tiny stars. The man nodded and stood up, looking at me for a few seconds. "Remember, if you find yourself in danger or feel your life is at risk, activate the regression stone. There is no glory in death," he said with a small smile. "Good luck."
Those were the last words I heard before everything went black. In seconds, I was in another place, in the middle of a forest with towering trees over 15 meters high. The sky was gray, covered with clouds, as if it was about to rain—a dark and oppressive place.
