This is the world of Arnheim, a world of sword and sorcery, where humans coexist with other intelligent species, it's a world of constant war where psinergic mages are in high demand. The sun is barely cresting the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. The tranquility of the early morning is only interrupted by the soft rustle of leaves and the murmur of a nearby brook. In this serene setting, Jordan, a young mage considered a prodigy, is seated in a clearing, surrounded by trees, her eyes closed, focused on the rhythm of her breath as she meditates. This is her sanctuary, the place where she hones her psinergic powers, her connection to the fire, electricity and light within.

The peace is suddenly shattered by the arrival of a stranger. A tall, muscular man rides into the village on a majestic steed, clad in black and grey, his demeanor that of a seasoned warrior. A grey cloak billows behind him as he questions the villagers about the whereabouts of Garland. Upon hearing this, Jordan approaches him, her curiosity piqued. She inquires as to why he seeks her late master, her tone a mix of wariness and determination. The stranger, taken aback by her forthrightness, hesitates before revealing his purpose, igniting a spark of intrigue and tension in the heart of the story.

Jordan says firmly

Seems like you're looking for someone who's no longer here. My master Garland passed away months ago. Why do you seek my late master?