The idea made Evan's heart beat faster. The hope that had almost died suddenly reignited, even if just a flicker. If there were other humans in this world, perhaps they could help him find a way out, or at least provide answers to the questions that had plagued him all this time. Without hesitation, Evan stepped closer to the building, scrutinizing every detail. But as he drew nearer, a sense of caution crept back into him. Tenebros was not a welcoming place, and anything here could be a deadly trap. Evan felt a strange coldness enveloping the area, making his skin crawl. Yet, his curiosity outweighed his fear, and he continued forward until he finally stood before the large door made of thick wood that had decayed with time. Evan touched the door's surface, feeling its rough texture under his hand. He took a deep breath, gathering his courage, and slowly pushed the door. It opened with a deafening creak, as if its hinges hadn't been moved for centuries. Inside, darkness filled th

The cycle of battle between Evan and Dragomir continued unabated. Evan tried various strategies and techniques, from the strongest attacks to the most complex magic combinations, yet Dragomir remained unshaken. Each day, Evan launched more intense assaults, but Dragomir simply stood calmly, enduring every blow with unwavering patience.Between their fighting sessions, Dragomir would sit on the altar and invite Evan to converse. They discussed various topics—from the philosophy of power to Evan's past experiences. Although Dragomir showed no signs of fatigue, Evan grew increasingly frustrated. These dialogues became a routine outside of the fights, giving Evan a chance to reflect and learn more about himself and his surroundings.Time passed slowly. Months and years went by, and Evan felt the burden growing heavier. He struggled to distinguish between days of relentless combat and days of conversing with Dragomir. When Evan felt on the verge of giving up, Dragomir would pose questions

Evan walked slowly through the darkness of the forest, but to him, the darkness was not an obstacle. His sharp vision allowed him to capture every detail, even in low light. Every tree, every whisper of the wind, and every shadow around him hinted that this place was different from the forests of Tenebros he had known. Yet, there was something strangely familiar—like pieces of a memory slowly surfacing.The air he breathed felt fresher, filled with the scent of damp earth and leaves blown by the night wind. The stars twinkling above, the low-hanging moon, the towering trees, and the occasional sounds of nocturnal animals—all of it seemed to awaken something long buried in his memory. A memory of a past nearly forgotten.Evan suddenly stopped walking. His eyes fixed on an owl perched on the branch of a large tree. The owl stared back at him with sharp, meaningful eyes, as if it knew something Evan himself had not fully realized. Evan's heart beat faster. He tried to contain the hope sl

Evan walked with determined steps, but suddenly stopped in the middle of his journey. Something important struck him—he had forgotten the way back to the Ironfist family residence. Evan felt a moment of confusion. The city of Arcadia had changed so much during his time trapped in Tenebros, and the streets that were once familiar now seemed foreign to him. He considered whether he should fly and get a bird's-eye view, but quickly realized that would attract unwanted attention. Flying over the city with his strange clothes and suspicious appearance was not a wise idea.While contemplating, Evan felt hungry and finally decided to sit down and enjoy the food he brought with him. He prepared a piece of venison he had hunted earlier. The meat was simply roasted, yet its aroma and taste brought a certain nostalgia. It was the best venison he had ever eaten, perhaps not because of its flavor, but because of how much he had missed such food after years trapped in a foreign world. After finishi

Evan approached the Ironfist family’s group outside the dimensional gate with quick steps. His disheveled appearance, clad in rough, dirty animal skins, made several members of the Ironfist family prepare to attack. They assumed this figure might be a new threat. However, Evan quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and shouted with a voice full of conviction."Who are you?! Stop right there!!" one of the guards yelled, raising a sword towards Evan."I am Evan Walker, an ally of the Ironfist family from the past!" he shouted, trying to ensure that everyone could hear.The name Evan Walker, long remembered, sparked doubt and astonishment among them. The Ironfist family, especially those who had been with the family for a long time, knew that Evan was dead. His strange and filthy appearance added to their confusion. They exchanged glances, finding it hard to believe that the figure standing before them was truly the Evan they knew."Impossible!" one of the guards exclaimed. "