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. ____________
All his students were already seated by the time he returned, talking among themselves, and exchanging their experience, which probably did as much help as his teaching in improvement.
"I have explained all the fundamentals of utility, right?" Gale asked the moment he walked into the class. "Is it another evaluation class today?"
By looking at all the designs stacked on the table, he found that was to be the case. He went through them one by one, instructing the adepts on what was wrong with their designs, what they did well, and how they could improve them.
Although he acted like an insatiable ass in front of them, he was glad to find all of them were improving at a steady rate. Well, there was one who seemed not happy with steady improvement, as she always had her eyes on a meteoric rise.
"Jenni," Gale called. "You tried a Tier-IV design once again."
"I haven't attempted it foolishly this time," she perked up to tell him immediately. "I hope."