I had been here for three weeks.
Or, well, three weeks of existing here. Understanding what happened was another story. Turns out, I had somehow been reincarnated into Artelia, the world I created back when I was on Earth. And, oh, the fun part—I'd been born in Yv'Graal. Yes, that Yv'Graal. The absolute worst continent of the twelve. The one where the land seems to curse at you, breathe on you, and then demand you worship it. A place where tragedy is just part of the scenery, and the gods? They're nothing but scarred royals in fancy clothes.
