Prologue

"Haah, haah, haah”

His body was sore, his body was wrapped in a thick blanket of warm sweat which increased his temperature by a few degrees.

His mind was aching, his ears numbed, and felt like air. The only sound he could hear was the loud thuds of his heartbeat mixed in with the sound of tinnitus.

His mouth was wide open, as he gasped for air like a man who had just resurfaced from under the water.

Isaiah Petre Dragoivtch was tired, very tired. Yet not once did the notion of resting enter into his brain.

He stood firm, his barefoot touching the wet mud underneath, some of which entered into his nails. His face was filled with dirt and cuts, he was in such a poor state, and before him stood a man taller and larger than small houses, covered in thick jet-black armor. In his hands was an ax that was slightly larger than Isaiah was.

Yet Isaiah stood firm.

Why?

Why was he not scared?

After all, he was only an eighteen-year-old boy. Just one more year to go before he would finish high school.

But Isaiah did not waver, for he had a reason to fight back.

He didn’t know how he got here, but nevertheless, if he wished to survive, he mustn't think about those things anymore.

‘I am not on Earth... Not anymore...’

He raised his fist and prepared to fight back.

From an outsider’s perspective, it was clear who would win. After all, a worm can never kill a lion. But there was one thing in which Isaiah placed his trust, one thing that allowed him to stand in full confidence despite all odds stacked against him.

He took a deep breath and his ragged breathing had been calmed.

“Lightning...”

As those words escaped his mouth, his hands suddenly erupted into a burst of blue sparks.