When Liam woke up, his surroundings were unfamiliar.
It was still night, but Liam's surroundings were darker than they should be. He was in a giant hole at least fifty meters deep and wide, nothing but compressed and badly flattened soil under his feet and around him.
Liam only saw the night sky beyond the hole, but noises and scents updated him on his location. He was in a forest on some elevation since one of the pit's edges was taller than the other, suggesting that he hadn't left the mountain chain.
There was something else with Liam down the hole. The silver greatsword was stabbed a few meters from him, ready to be lifted.
As if matching Liam's awakening, a boundless presence that seemed to carry the secrets of the world descended over the area, filling the enormous hole and going far beyond it.
