Warden wakes up in a wilderness with a hole in his mind, deprived of all his memories. Lost, he found within himself an aptitude for combat and magic. On happenstance, he rescues a pair of youths and an entire village, pushing him into a renowned academy of mages and warriors alike to become a teacher. Warden adventures across the divided land of Ezim, determined to unravel the mysteries of his past. However, the task becomes incredibly hazardous when his own path—the ruinous power of Void that runs through his veins—holds a connection to the Traitor Gods, who threaten to cast their shadow upon the world once more. ____________
"I see what you're trying to do," June said, inhaling sharply, "but trust me, it will never work between us."
"What won't work?" Warden asked, feigning stupidity.
"Don't act dumb," June snorted at him. "All that flirtation will get you nowhere."
"Flirtation?" Warden's eyes widened with mocked surprise. "But I haven't even begun flirting with you."
June shot him a glare.
"I like your lavender body odour," Warden said softly, drawing an inch closer subtly to sniff. His movement was just right so that he wouldn't look like a creep. Even though the elven woman said it wouldn't work, her cheeks heated up as she glared up at him fervently. "Now, that would be flirtation, but I'm sure that won't work on you."
He met her glare with a smile, returning to his seat.
"Can't you just act normal?" she asked, infuriated and flustered at the same time.
"Normal like the first time we met?"
"That's not normal."