This man, is the last of his kind.
His world succumbed, the last glimmers of a brilliant martial civilization faded as he fled.
He arrives in the magical world of Futhark, in the form of a dungeon heart.
Confused, he must adapt to a new way of life using only his mind and knowledge of cultivation.
In the uplands in which he takes refuge, the wind of change rises ..

Hello everyone, this is my first book and I am very happy to write it.
The story is largely planned, with regard to the first narrative arcs and the conclusion at least.
If you have any remarks on grammar I take them all, English is not my first language