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. ____________
"It has come to my notice that you're quite proficient in artificing?" Jessica said without hesitation after Warden entered her office.
"My skills are adequate for crafting tools for iron and silver rankers," Warden truthfully replied. "Unfortunately, my works lack some character to be fancied by gold rankers."
Jessica snorted and gestured towards the elderly man standing by her side. "This is Elder Ming," she introduced. "He oversees the Military's Artificer department. Also, he's a gold ranker, and he appears to appreciate your work."
The elderly runesmith in the room twitched upon hearing her words. Warden studied the old man for the second time. The aura the old man emitted spoke of power, mostly retracted but unmistakable. Most Runesmiths had superior control over their abilities compared to regular rankers; this old man was undoubtedly a master runesmith.
"Where does your skill at runesmithing stand?" he inquired.
"Tier-5," Warden replied.