Elias stood up, gazing at his surroundings with awe and confusion. "Where am I?" he whispered, his voice unfamiliar to his ears. His body felt younger, stronger, and his mind sharper than it had ever been. There was no mistaking it—he was no longer Elias Grayson, the historian of Earth.
As he tried to process his new reality, a group of people emerged from the trees. They were dressed in strange clothing, some carrying weapons. One of them, a tall woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, approached him. "You're awake," she said, her tone neutral.
Elias stammered, "What is this place? Who are you?"
"I am Lady Veyra of the Silverborne Clan. Welcome to Valoria," she replied, her gaze scanning him carefully. "It seems you've been chosen."
"Chosen? For what?"
Her eyes narrowed. "You carry the mark of the ancient heroes, one whose soul has crossed time. You're the one foretold to restore the lost kingdom of Valoria."