"This is the only way to save you." The deadly disease infects many adolescents around the world. They only have ten years to live. Arthur became one of the many teenagers infected with the disease. He began to feel seizures and had difficulty speaking to moving. Both parents took Arthur to be treated with a particular method, brain nerve recovery with a full dive treatment method. The patient will dive into an artificial world to train sensory and motor skills. Scientists call it The Adamas Project. This is the only way that can cure patients quickly. The patient will live in a new world in a medieval setting to form a strong mind. This is how scientists train new capabilities of a 'damaged' brain. But the big risk comes. Patients who die in the artificial world will die in the real world. Arthur accepted the risk for his recovery. But will he be able to complete his treatment in the artificial world?
"Fighting for your race? What do you mean?" I asked.
"The Dark Elves are currently at war with the White Elves. We have always been a race defeated by them for hundreds of years," the Great Elder retorted, his head turned and looked at me firmly.
"There is no truce between us. Dark Elves continue to be displaced to the furthest point in this place," the Great Elder continued.
Short explanation, but enough for me to know why they wanted to make me a weapon for their fight. I see this no longer as coercion but as an opportunity to annihilate the entire race in the demon realm.
Actually, it might fall into the responsibility of a First Ranger, but since I want to be a part of them one day, there's no harm in doing as they tell me to.
"Don't you guys have any shame?" I asked, pulling up a wooden chair with my eyes fixed on the older man sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry?"