Leaving Nearnal

Isaac's eyes narrowed in disgust seeing the creature.

One of the things he hated the most in the world was the creatures eaten away by their mana.

He viewed them as nothing more than filth—creatures unworthy of existence.

"We—We have to do something!" Merlin exclaimed, gripping her staff tightly. She reached out, trying to connect with mana, but once again, nothing happened. She could feel its presence, faint traces of it lingering in the air, but it was foreign—unfamiliar to both her body and her soul.

Her fingers trembled as she slowly lowered her staff, biting her lip in frustration.

'This… this isn't my world, is it?'

The realization struck her. Everything—the way mana felt, the way it refused to heed her call—pointed to a single, undeniable truth.

She had ended up in another world. Maybe even another dimension entirely.