Darkness. An all-consuming darkness that seemed to confuse his very perception of reality. Evan felt himself moving through the darkness as if he was a fish swimming through water rapidly approaching something. All of a sudden, a bright light filled his eyes, and he felt his senses come back to him. The first thing he saw, however, was fire. A fire that burned so badly it stung his pupils to even look at, made his skin dry out. The issue was the fire was just merely passing over his head aimed far off in the distance. Evan freaked out, turning to run away he found his body didn't want to move with him as he felt nauseas. This caused him to fall to the ground which he found to be extremely muddy. As his head cleared, and he registered everything around him his eyes widened.

Two massive armies surrounded him, one dressed flying banners of blue and white while the other side supported the colors gold and red. He saw the bodies of thousands littering the ground all around him. Objects of all kinds were flying overhead. He spotted those same flames burn bodies to ash leaving not even bones in their wake. He heard screams from people hit by highly pressurized jets of water that cut through steel with ease. He felt the wind whipping around him and gathered above one figure standing over the army draped in blue and white armor. This phenomenon gradually increased in power as lighting began to strike the ground and the figure who he could now see was dressed in robes colored similarly to the rest of the army in blue and white the only distinction was the forces of nature surrounding him. Lighting seemed to gather around him exponentially until all that could be seen of this man was the blinding white of thousands of bolts of lightning. All of a sudden, the world seemed to stop for a second as if time itself was holding its breath waiting for the outcome of this storm.

All Evan heard was a crackling noise as the world went white. It felt like eternity passed before he could see and hear again and what he saw shocked him to his core. Devastation was the only word that would come to mind at that moment as he saw what remained of the opposing force. The fight however was still not over soldiers remained from the other side and they were prepared to go down to the last man. What followed Evan could only describe as a massacre. He saw multiple people in full plate armor move faster than his eyes could track sprinting at the remaining survivors from the red and gold army. The remaining few still put up a fight as superhuman soldiers from both sides clashed he saw flames wrap around one soldier's sword instantly cauterizing any wounds inflicted with is. This man was dressed in ornate armor with patterns that seemed to glow. He saw them briefly brighten as his movement speed increased dramatically as he got behind his opponent and swung downwards with his sword that appeared to almost be larger than him. The other soldier barely moves in time and instead of the giant sword cutting him from head to crotch he loses an arm instead. The winner of this fight becomes quickly apparent to Evan as dozens of blows are exchanged in only seconds. The red and gold soldier started taking more and more wounds as he’s on the defensive only able to swing his sword to parry his opponents. The fight that Evan thought would be over in mere moments due to the soldier’s blood loss ends up lasting for a few more minutes as hundreds of blows are exchanged. Evan could now believe what he was seeing or how these people were able to harness nature itself to call a storm upon their foes.

He then heard voices behind him shouting. “Hey over here I see a survivor although he isn’t dressed in the revolutions colors!” Turning around Evan saw a squad of 6 people approaching him all covered in blood staining the once pristine white and blue robes and armor. “Please don’t kill me I’m not with the other army I just appeared here.” Shouted Evan as he frantically backed up hoping to appear as non-threatening with his hands in the air. He waited for a few moments heart rapidly beating in his chest as the group of soldiers paused for a moment. “Jack, check his level, he might not be lying as strange as it sounds.” This was said by one of the two figures in robes. Upon looking closer at the soldiers Evan noticed that each uniform also had an insignia of a tornado on it and that amongst the group 2 of them were female. “Charlie you aren’t kidding, he’s level 1 I don’t even know how he would have managed to survive if he had been here since the conflict started.” This was said by the man in front of the group carrying a large shield. Evan was lost in thought for a second. What do they mean by level he wondered and how could they tell his by just a glance. His thoughts were interrupted as the soldier he assumed was Jack shouted again. “Hey, you, what’s your name and why are you here.” Evan paused momentarily considering what he should say. After a brief pause, he decided to be honest and hope for the best. “I died and found myself in the underworld talking to Xaros who told me if I accepted his blessing then he would reincarnate me into a different world. I agreed and everything went black and when I woke up, I found myself in the middle of this battlefield. Also, what do you mean by level?”

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There was a pause as the group considered his words for a few seconds. “So, you are one of the reborn.” Said one of the girls, the one who spoke up was dressed like Charlie in robes. “Yeah, Ana what are you talking about? Have you heard of this happening before?” Jack asked this with a confused expression on his face. “Reborn are people who are given a second chance at life by one of the various deities the most common are from Grace, the goddess of life, and Renewal, the goddess of redemption, however most come from minor deities and Xaros has only ever done this once to my knowledge and they created the Eternal empire over 10,000 years ago. One thing that is common amongst all of them though is they all bring about tremendous change whether that is through new technology breakthroughs in magic study, great peace, war, and many other historical events.” The last statement was made with an air of gravitas to it, signifying to her party members how influential individuals such as him have been in the past.

This gave the group another pauses as the implications of what they could potentially be dealing with sunk in. After a brief delay Jack said “to answer your final question why are confused about level? Do you not know how to access the system interface? If you don’t know how simply think status and it should appear.” In response Evan instantly mentally said status. Quickly a screen appeared before his eyes causing him to jump slightly not expecting this.

Name

Evan Miller

Level

1 - 0/100

Class

none

Strength

7

Agility

8

Endurance

9

Constitution

5

Intelligence

13

wisdom

11

Skills

Mana sight- level 1

Blessing

Xaros, Lord of the Underworld

This was very different than anything Evan could have ever expected. Looking at the bottom he saw his blessing for Xaros and wished he could better tell what it did. As soon as he thought that more information became available to him.

Xaros's Blessing Few have ever received the enigmatic Lord of the Underworlds blessing. Those that have all achieved great things or returned to their patrons embrace trying. This blessing modifies the recipient's spells so that they can deal damage to the soul similarly to Xaros's soul flames. While the soul damage is minimal overtime it can build up.

Just as he finished reading it one of the people who hadn't spoken up yet asked "why are you covered in that strange tattoo?"