Azzy was on his way home. He sealed up his soul orb as his ancestors suggested, trying to prevent the influence of that mass of energy.
But never in the world did he expect that on the way, he would once again be hit by the invisible energy and lose his consciousness. Azzy falls to the ground with a heavy thud in the middle of nowhere.
And he lost his consciouness once again. The dream strikes him once again, continuing where it ended last time.
Month of January, Year 983 (Before the Era of Arcana)
It was the first week of the new year, a time of great significance across the Kingdom of Camelot.
In every town and city, knights from the royal palace conducted awakening ceremonies, a tradition passed down for millennia.
It was during this sacred week that children above the age of eight would awaken their Arcana spirits, discovering their affinities and the extent of their potential.
