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. ____________
They led him onto the stage for his punishment before her eyes, and June could do nothing about it but watch.
"Kneel!" ordered the punisher with a metal lash in his arm.
"I'd much prefer to stand," Warden said, not giving the punisher a gaze.
"It seems you do not know how it happens," the punisher continued, lashing the metal whip on the ground with its terrible swishing sound. "You're not here to—"
"Let him stand," Elder Vess said.
The punisher still didn't look convinced. Only gazing at Elder Pavlov and his serene face did he continue with the proceeding.
"You'll be on the floor anyway after two whips," he muttered and ordered again, "Take off your tunic."
Warden gave him a look, his eyes exceptionally serene as it followed the metal whip. He nodded and removed his tunic; it would be ruined anyway if he kept it on. Warden was already running low on them.