Behind him, a black cliff towered into the clouds; before him stretched a desolate, sprawling red gobi.
In the distance, the silhouettes of a volcanic range shimmered in the distorting heatwaves.
The fierce wind whipped up sand and grit, making his Wizard Robe snap in the gale.
It was as if he were the only person left in the entire world, save for the workshop behind him.
Alone. Insignificant. Surrounded by danger.
Any mortal faced with such a scene would likely have felt a soul-deep tremor of dread and bewilderment.
But Allen was no mortal.
He slowly raised his head, feeling the rampant yet abundant Magic Power in the air. As he looked out at the vast land waiting to be conquered, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
He was like a hardcore gamer who had finally reached the moment a new server went live.
'My mentor's plan was certainly grand,' he thought, 'but ultimately, I'm the one who has to walk this path.'
