In darkness, you couldn’t see or feel anything. Gradually, muffled voices grew clearer, and your vision sharpened to reveal Argen, a towering knight with a dark helmet, kneeling beside you.

Argen’s stern look was softened by his careful examination and concern.

“You had quite the fall there, buddy.”

He noted you had fallen from the sky and reassured you with a touch of sarcasm.

“Meh, you’re alright. You’re not hurt.”

As you adjusted to the new world—a vast grassy plain.