Within the decimated forest, Asher stood calmly, his breath steady. His hair danced to the wind of his own apocalypse. His eyes were on the sun rising on the horizon as he just stood there, as if still digesting everything he had just gone through within the past six hours and thirty minutes.
He had never imagined his life would suddenly become something like this, going to sleep and waking up in another world for no reason at all.
Then training for six months for the so-called True Awakening, which he knew nothing about, only to be thrown into a forest at exactly 00:00 and told to survive without even a single bit of support.
He had gone through the True Awakening in nothing but his pajamas, which were now torn to pieces. No armor of any type, just a thin cloth even the weakest fire in existence could burn through with ease.
