1 Prologue: Veil of Convergence.

The world blurred, shifting like a watercolor painting caught in a rainstorm. My senses spun, a whirlwind of disorientation. When the kaleidoscope of colors finally settled, I found myself in a place that defied explanation.

It was a forest, but not like any forest I had ever known. The trees soared towards the heavens, their trunks gnarled and ancient, bearing silent witness to the passage of time. Shafts of golden light pierced the canopy, painting a mosaic of brilliance upon the forest floor.

I stood in awe, the air humming with an energy that seemed to pulse with life. It was as if the very earth breathed beneath my feet. Every leaf, every blade of grass, seemed to shimmer with a vitality that was both breathtaking and surreal.

I turned slowly, taking in the splendor that surrounded me. It was then that I heard it—a soft rustling in the underbrush. I tensed, my senses on high alert. A figure emerged, moving with an ease that spoke of familiarity with this enchanted realm.

He was tall and lean, clad in robes that seemed to blend seamlessly with the forest. His eyes, however, were what captured my attention. They gleamed with a knowing spark, as if he held secrets that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

"Ah, so you've arrived," he said, his voice a melodic cadence that seemed to resonate with the very trees.

"Arrived?" I stammered, my voice betraying my confusion. "Where am I? Who are you?"

The man smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You find yourself in a realm between realms, a convergence of worlds. As for who I am, you may call me Kaelor. I am a Regressor—a traveler of time and space."

My mind raced, struggling to process this information. Transmigrated into a world that defied logic, encountered by a Regressor who claimed dominion over time—it was more than I could comprehend.

"Why am I here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kaelor's gaze bore into mine, his eyes sharp with intensity. "You are here because the threads of fate have woven your path into the tapestry of this world. You hold a role, a purpose, that will shape the destiny of this realm."

I blinked, the weight of his words settling upon my shoulders. It was a burden, an unexpected mantle that I had not asked for.

"And what of you, Kaelor?" I ventured. "Why have you brought me here?"

The Regressor's smile was enigmatic, a puzzle with no easy solution. "I did not bring you here, my friend. Fate, it seems, had its own designs for our meeting. But rest assured, our paths have crossed for a reason."

As the words hung in the air, a third figure emerged from the shadows, his presence so unassuming that I might have missed him entirely. He was of average height, with eyes that gleamed with a sharp, calculating intelligence.

"And who might you be?" I inquired, my senses on high alert.

The man inclined his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You may call me Arion. I am a Mind Reader—a talent that has served me well in navigating the intricacies of this world."

I regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. A Mind Reader—a master of thoughts and intentions. It was a gift that held both promise and peril.

Kaelor's voice broke the silence that had settled over us. "It seems fate has a sense of humor, bringing together a Transmigrator, a Regressor, and a Mind Reader. Together, we may hold the key to unraveling the mysteries that shroud this realm."

And so, we stood in that enchanted forest, three strangers bound by a convergence of worlds and a destiny that remained veiled in uncertainty. The tapestry of our fates had woven itself together, and there was no turning back.