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. ____________
"There's a huge gap between an adept and a master," June said. "What you're asking is beyond me. Even among master alchemists, making a potion that can improve attribute points is very hard to find."
"Do you know somebody?"
"Well, Elder Vess is a grandmaster at Alchemy," she said. "I don't know if she's free for it, though. I'll ask her about it."
"Thanks, June," Warden said, smiling at her illusionary figure in his mind's eye. "Are you done with the classes?"
She nodded. "Almost. I have some other tasks left, however. Also, I learned about the indentured services for the six months."
"Tell me it's not in local time, please," Warden said.
"It is in time of the Frontline," she said, as Warden sighed in relief. "So, you'll only have to work unpaid for a couple of weeks to a month. However, considering you have not had your obligatory service of six years in the front lines, they might rope you in for that much time."
Warden groaned.