Chapter 1

Richard Powell dies in the Third World War being shot by a 7.62mm bullet in the stomach while lying posterior, blood dripping from a puddle of blood suddenly circular glowing intricate sigil seal streak of grey light blinding pillar his almost fainted eye, warm encase his body.

Light dissipates a marble wet cold floor cools his body and a woman in a red gown with a green overgarment tiara on her forehead long blond hair, and a round pretty face captivates Green Eye.

Behind her were groups of grey robes with long grey cloaks individuals wearing a nasal helmet chest armor wielding a staff with a blade on the tip, an elderly man walked over to her and kneeled to place his hand on the small puncture wound on my stomach area.

Pertormund Gornzo an archmage of the Azyrite imperium empire, a stubborn wizard with a lust for knowledge seeks any shred of hope to attain more knowledge of the universe due to the infernal war with Daemon he manages to seal Amsarrich lord of lust and daemon of knowledge offer a forbidden spell to summing being from differs planet before Pertormund seal Amsarrich make a blood pact with daemon prince.

With most trustee comrade and his loyal apprentice Aebrewi Vandelos daughter of Count Auraemon, her thirst to prove herself among her male college in Magetower.

Pertormund seeing the injured entity strolls over and kneels before the man lays one hand over casting a heal spell.

[ I restore thee the spirit of water I beseech sprite of water undine to lay one to slumber]

A blue glowing illuminates Richard's injury region bullet pulls out the flesh and restores the fleshy bits.

Pertormund stood up and analyzed his strange garment, a knight walking in reported a village being ransacked by nomadic orcish raiders many of the villagers being sold into slavery by orcs.

Pertormund was enraged by this disruption of his experiment.

Never walk into my laboratory if you do I turn you into a sheep get that you knave.

Yes, my liege with the tone of nervousness.

Aebrewi watched over my test subject and never let him escape my laboratory.

Yes, my liege replies Aebrewi.

Open his palm and direct it toward his staff it flows suddenly into his palm.

Tab into the marble floor.

[what I seek is the spirit of the wind Aurai opens the gate of the breeze] A pillar of a green magical glyph in a circle shape teleports him to a military encampment.