When Otto woke up, he immediately grabbed his book and waited for a few seconds confirming that nobody was trying to kill him.

It almost felt odd waking up so peacefully.

He looked around his room not noticing the subtle decorations placed around it, the lapis-coloured vase with a small violet-leafed flower growing from within.

A table stood beside his bed, on it a glass of water and a candle.

The walls were white as snow and the wooden floor was polished to the point of perfection.

He checked his pockets and confirmed that he still had his eight coins left.

“Looks like I wasn’t robbed in my sleep…” he remarked.

He walked towards the door and moved the chair he propped the door with away.

After taking a deep breath he swung the door open revealing the shocked-looking innkeeper wiping the wooden railing of the second floor.

Otto didn’t say anything to the woman as he hurried down the stairs and out of the inn.

Stepping outside Otto was met with the cool nightly air and the bright light of the various lamps.

“Looks like I might be late for any food shopping…” he thought placing a hand over his stomach before he continued his journey west.

The town seemed oddly quiet at night, the villagers and shopkeepers were gone leaving only guards and the occasional drunks enjoying sleeping under the stars or stumbling around from inn to inn.

Otto travelled down the paved cobblestone road until he reached the gates of the city, like the previous ones these were an arched gateway with two massive wooden slabs with large metal pates attached as gates.

He showed the two guards his porcelain pass and handed it over before leaving thorough what was labelled the west gate.

Judging from the position of the normal-looking moon, Otto guessed it was about five in the morning, the distant light of the sun not bright enough to give any colour to the sky, but bright enough to make the distant blue a touch lighter.

The night in this world was a fair bit brighter than back on earth as if every night was a full moon.

“Werewolves rejoice…”

He placed his book away into his back, it’s not like he could read it in the dark.

“Find the Archmage of light…” he repeated his goal in his mind.

The dirt road crunched below his feet as he looked into the distance, seeing a slight hill he could only assume the river hid behind.

When he looked south, he could see the big forest he spent days in.

After no more than two hours he reached the bridge, it was nothing like on the picture, massive stone supports held up the colossal bridge that could easily fit a dozen lanes of traffic, even so, nobody but him travelled over it.

Otto expected to have to pay some sort of toll but he was pleasantly surprised with free passage.

The rapid water of the river itself was massive too, easily bigger than any river Otto has ever seen back on earth, not that it was saying much.

From there Otto kept heading west.

“I’ll reach the fork in the road soon enough… then I’ll go south… Agartha should come into view soon…”

He passed fields of flowers, small forests, big lakes with what looked like bamboo growing in the water itself.

Otto stopped by the lake for a drink, not being able to magically create water was a big obstacle.

Though it’s one he would have to overcome, and with any luck, Otto would reach the Archmage of light before whatever ass-parasites he drank from the lake-water hatch.

After rinsing off some of the dirt he got back on track and continued heading west.

Once again, he came across more than one settlement on his journey, some seemed pretty inviting, others not so much, but he simply didn’t have the time to stay.

“Y’know… maybe getting another town burned in return for some food wouldn’t be that bad…” he joked expecting some sort of reply from the illusionary Ottos; none came.

After what must have been at least three hours he reached the point at which the road split in two and as such he headed south towards the capital.

At some point Otto decided to risk it, he entered a small, unofficial town in search of a meal.

It had a dozen building and an inn in the centre of town.

Ignoring all the people he finally made it to the inn where he was over-charged for a simple meal, bread and soup for a full silver.

At this point, Otto didn’t care, he wolfed down the meal and would have probably ordered another if not for his limited funds.

Without even entertaining the idea of staying for the night Otto set out on a journey towards the capital once more.

Nobody ever attacked him, no magic-user with an elemental theme, no bandits or even a monster.

He had all the time in the world to walk, think and occasionally read his book if he reached a particularly bland area to walk through.

It detailed a few more element, light which could only blind an attacker, shadow which could slow them down and sound which could disorientate them.

Without the ability to test out his spells he decided to stick to spells he knew would work, he had to sacrifice some cool ones like shooing metal rods that shocked you with lightning because he had no way of calculating the mana cost.

“MagicExplosion” created a ball of water and a ball of fire in a marked place causing an explosion.

“MagicFlamethrower” created a constant stream of fire, it was powered by three batteries and wouldn’t stop until all three were destroyed with Teriadel.

“ActivateManaRegen” activated the mana-regenerating circle on his neck.

Otto came up with a dozen different situational spell, he wasn’t sure if they’d come in handy or even if they’d work, but he had no idea what to expect from the Archmage of light, would he be on his side?

And after half a day of walking in the distance, over a dozen hills the silhouette of the tower Otto would soon discover was the mage court came into view.

The end to Otto’s journey was quickly approaching.