The Summoning

As the swirling vortex of energy engulfed me, I felt a strange sensation coursing through my immortal veins. The familiar landscapes of my timeless abode faded away, replaced by a foreign realm teeming with vibrant colors and mystical energies.

I found myself standing in the heart of a lush forest, ancient trees towering above me, their branches whispering secrets in a language only the wind could understand. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, filling me with a sense of both awe and trepidation.

Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to comprehend the circumstances that had brought me to this unfamiliar world. How had I, an immortal being, been summoned to a place so different from the realms I once knew?

As I pondered this enigma, a figure emerged from the shadows. Clad in flowing robes that seemed to shimmer with ethereal light, the being exuded an aura of power and wisdom. It was clear that this individual held the answers I sought.

"Welcome, traveler," the figure spoke, their voice resonating with a melodic timbre. "You have been chosen to embark on a journey that will shape the destiny of this world."

I regarded the figure with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "Who are you? And why have I been brought here?"

The figure smiled, their eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. "I am the Keeper of the Hidden Legacy, tasked with preserving the ancient arts of cultivation. You, dear traveler, possess a power that is both rare and coveted. You are an immortal, a being beyond the constraints of time and mortalities