On the brink of death in an abandoned alley after being shot, Dreus feels a weird sort of warm air flows through his wounds into his chest. The energy seemed to strengthen and empower him, yet it wasn't enough, as he knew his death was almost guaranteed. As the warm energy went through his body, it slowly made its way toward his eyes, and as soon as all of it gathered there, unimaginable pain assaulted him. It felt as if thousands of needles were puncturing his eyes at the same time. An ungodly amount of blood poured from his eyes until the alleyway looked like a horror movie set. Eventually, the pain went away, and what rested in front of his eyes was a screen that read, [Temperament created] [Access to the Mystic Far-Lands available] [Enter?] [Yes | No] (This is my first story, and I know it's Cliche. I probably won't update it often, but I'll try my best to make a story worth reading. Constructive Criticism is welcome cause I would love to become a better writer. Also, Dreus is pronounced "Dray-us")