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. ____________
The steward of the third infantry brought him to his new workstation--a warehouse full of stored weaponry and tools. More than half of them would need repairing, and from how the steward addressed him, it appeared his task to do so.
Warden couldn't help but let out a sigh. "I cannot work in here."
The steward, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, frowned. "What do you mean you cannot work here?" he said. "I thought you were in the front lines for about a couple of weeks, you should know the penalty of disobedience."
Warden clicked his tongue. "I mean I cannot work in this dark and gloomy warehouse."
"There's light contrast in place," the steward said, and even activating one to give a better view of the wide warehouse. Warden didn't think it was only the goods of the third infantry stored here.