One moment, Jack Craneson's sweating over a pop quiz; the next moment, he's in a crazy accident-a kid's clinging to a sheer, black cliff, about to fall into a raging river far below. He has to act fast. As he reaches for the child, a blinding flash explodes around them. The air shimmers, a swirling portal of vibrant colors and crackling energy appears. They both get pulled through it and end up in a medieval world—like Game of Thrones, but crazier. Magic? Yep. Dragons? Maybe. Definitely scarier than organic chemistry.
This thing, the Realm Breaker, hadn't merely transported him; it had thrown him, ripped him from his life, spat him out into this… this nightmare. And it wasn't just about surviving; it was the way he thought, the way he saw things. His modern brain was a weapon here, a disruptive force. Clashing with everything they believed, everything they'd ever known. He wasn't following their rules; he was breaking them, shattering them. He wasn't a hero, not yet. But he was changing everything. He was the storm they didn't see coming.
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