Prologue: The Resurrection Ritual.
And thus, I was revived.
I opened my eyes and my foggy, blurry vision was greeted with a room made from stone.
Lining the walls were rows of bookshelves with a bright red magic array drawn on them.
Everything felt so new, like I hadn’t seen or felt anything before now. My slate had been wiped clean, like I hadn’t had a will or consciousness or even any intelligence until now. All these changes felt like how one would feel when they are awakened from a dream, except it was more vivid than a dream.
As if I had been brought back from the depths of the netherworld.
Or, as if I had been pulled out of eternal slumber.
Sense of sight, hearing and smell. My mind is overwhelmed by the astounding amount of information I receive through all of my five senses.
As the chaos reached a peak inside my head, I hear a hoarse voice directed at me.
“Have you regained consciousness? How do you find yourself….Flesh Man?”