Doomsday Tower Defense World, Kindling Platform #3318.
A blast of scorching air hit his face. The sound of panicked, chaotic footsteps jolted Orion awake, his eyes snapping open.
So… this is the world linked to the Rebirth Card?
He ignored his surroundings for a moment, his first instinct to assess his own state. He lifted a hand, looking down at a frail body. It was still the form of a giant, but the familiar bloodline power was gone. None of his supernatural abilities remained. All he could feel was a faint, lingering echo of the cosmic Rules he had begun to comprehend.
"Don't tell me I have to start from scratch again," he muttered.
Just as he was complaining to himself, a crisp, somewhat childish female voice sounded in his ear.
[Brave new commander, take courage. Pick up a weapon you favor and make your way to the ramparts to defend against the encroaching darkness.]
[The light of this world is yours to protect, yours to fight for.]
