Lutero took a slow breath, still trying to accept the body he now occupied. The wind moved through the leaves above him, and every sound, every scent, felt too real to be a dream or a hallucination.
A faint noise pulled him from his thoughts—barely a shift of air, the quiet sound of someone waking.
Adric Silver was the first to open his eyes. The green in them shone sharply under the filtered sunlight. For a moment, he looked lost, as if someone had dragged him away from a long study session.
"...M-Master Lutero?" he whispered as he pushed himself up. "Is this… Yggdrasil?"
Before Lutero could answer, Ragnar Silver let out a low growl. His red hair slid over his shoulders as he sat up, immediately reaching for the sword at his side. Instinct before awareness.
"What the hell is this place…?"
Roberth Silver woke more quietly. His eyes opened with calm precision, but the tension in his posture betrayed him. He scanned the trees, measuring every shadow.
"The canopy is different from the Inner Forest," he murmured. "Something's off."
The young assassin rose with barely a sound, eyes sharp as they swept the clearing. When he spotted Lutero, he stopped.
"Master… were we teleported? Who would dare pull us from the Silver Chambers without warning?"
Lutero stood at the center, their questions building on his shoulders. He had none of the answers they wanted. Only the memory of the darkness that had swallowed him—the kind that didn't lead to a respawn. The kind that felt final.
Before he could speak, a soft light passed through the trees. It expanded gently, like a heartbeat in the air.
Elyra Silver opened her eyes.
Her rose-colored gaze glowed faintly before settling into calm awareness. She stayed still for a moment, as if listening to something only she could hear.
"I… felt a calling," she whispered.
She sat up with slow grace, her pink hair shifting in the wind. When she looked at Lutero, she smiled softly, like she recognized something deeper than his face.
Nyssia Silver woke with a sharp breath, as if breaking free from a heavy dream. Her violet eyes narrowed instantly.
"This isn't my lab," she said, lifting herself with controlled elegance. "And my magic… it feels different. Stronger. Almost awake."
She grabbed a flask from her belt. The liquid inside churned restlessly, reacting to her touch.
Last to rise was Althaea Silver. She opened her eyes like someone stepping gently into consciousness. Her body lifted with ethereal lightness. Her gaze drifted beyond the physical world, searching for something unseen.
"There are many spirits here," she murmured. "But none know me. This place resembles Yggdrasil… but it isn't."
A cold weight formed in Lutero's stomach. He needed clarity, any clue about where they were—and what had happened to him.
Instinct took over. He raised his right hand.
"Open interface."
A translucent panel appeared in front of him. But it wasn't the interface he knew. No map. No menus. No server information.
Only one profile.
Name: Lutero Silver
Race: High Supreme Elf
Origin: Yggdrasil
Age: 90 (appears 18 in human terms)
Occupation: Leader of the High Elves
Class: Arcane Elementalist Archmage
Traits: cheerful, natural leader, ambitious, kind, patient
Flaws: greedy, manipulative, elf supremacist, proud
Desires: undefined
Appearance: A tall High Elf with pale skin, platinum hair, and bright golden eyes. Wears enchanted noble clothing. Usually calm or polite.