A portal opened, and an old man with a long beard and staff came out, heading towards Ragnarok. After getting a hold of himself. He realized everything that he saw was not real. His eyes filled with tears. He rubbed his eyes, looked at his surroundings, and noticed a shining tree with an old man standing near it, moving towards him.

In a sudden turn of events, an old man emerged like a ghost in front of Ragnarok, only to change back into a human. With a focused gaze stated;

"Who are you? Why can't the wisdom tree look into you "

As the old man sends a red light ray toward Ragnarok, several golden threads appear and block the ray, devouring it.

"So fate threads bind you, and your fate should have concluded, but somehow you are still alive ."

The old man's ability to use magic left Ragnarok shocked, as he could not open his mouth.

old moves near Ragnarok and flips his three fingers a book from the Ragnarok side flies to the old man

Ragnarok was watching the old man who was holding the book while doing nothing. After some hand moment, an old man with a curious gaze asked,

"You are the one who found it."

The old man was a mystery for Ragnarok, not only him but this complete place mystery. Despite being one of the most powerful mages, he couldn't help but feel feeble exist this old man.

"Where did you get it? Well, this was good, but many of the spells were unfinished, so I just completed them and invented a few myself." With a curious gaze in his eyes, an old man looked at Ragnarok.

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Ragnarok has only one doubt in his mind about who was this old man. How can he read an ancient language that no one could, up to now he could only decipher one-fourth of the spells present there.

" Hold a minute I forgot to remove my spell "

Ragnarok was now free to speak. The first thing Ragnarok tried was to chant a spell but it didn't work out

" Why can't I use magic "

with a smile on his face " Who said you can use your magic here what I use wasn't mana it was the natural force, it is the power of the tree.

Ragnarok with a frowning face asked "Who are you "

old with a contemplated face looks straight into the eyes of Ragnarok blinks once and says

"Young people these days are so impatient well let me tell you I am a soul "

"What!!!" wrinkles across the forehead commented out loud, with solemn face continued

" so we died in the end " with

" You are not dead this is not heaven or hell it is an isolated space I made it in my young days but somehow something went wrong and now I am like a prisoner here "

" wait, so are we also prisoned here but then again why are we prisoned here was I before "

old man lazily looking at Ragnarok said

"listen from starting I do not have much time the vision you just saw was a dreamverse an imagination formed by the fear of a person where if one confronts it successfully he is given power by the tree of wisdom. "

" as for why were you here I will have to look into your memories " As he kept his hand over Ragnarok several visions floated in front of the old man

after a few minutes old man with a stoic expression said

" looks like the pendant has developed its concrescence over hundreds of years other than me no one was able to enter but now you are here look it detected something from you or it might have managed to manage your mana fluctuations."

Ragnarok was able to relate the information provided by the old man somehow, he then with a questioning gaze asked to old man

" What is your name? "

" In my younger days, people used to call me Clivas the explorer, I was known for experimenting and exploring new dungeons and used to make artifacts "The old man replied with pride in his words.

" Is there no way to move out of this place? "Ragnarok asked with a conflicted look.

"We are under a pendant that is inside a box made of mithril which can not be unlocked until you have power that defies nature itself." the old man said

In the midst of it all, he completely forgets about his wife who is still sleeping beside him. As he suddenly remembers he is not alone, he looks over at his wife who had been in a state of trauma before and is still unconscious. He runs over to her and sits beside her, hoping she will wake up soon.

"Emily wake up we gonna go out from this together "

" She is not going to wake up " With these words old man was nowhere to be seen

with a smile, the old man mutters some words and disappears into the unknown place

"A new savior has been born