While Cliff, a 27 year old young man, was visiting his grandparents, he was caught in what is called a "summoning" which took him to a forest infested with unknown creatures, he decided that in order to survive, he should be ready to brave all the dangers that would present to him, with his “drain” skill he would fight them to become stronger
Vador stood alone in his makeshift camp, a simple tent offering scant shelter against the biting cold. The flickering light of a lantern cast shadows on the tent's fabric, accentuating the oppressive atmosphere of the night. Seated on a rolled-up blanket, he replayed the events of the previous day, the meeting of the clan leaders that had sealed their fate for the coming days. Every detail, every word exchanged echoed in his mind as he sought to find his place in this vast war machine.