Not my enemies. Not the world.
My own disciples. My own people.
They drove a spear through my heart the moment I touched the threshold of true understanding. Three hundred years of research. Lifetimes of sacrifice. All buried in a single act of betrayal.
But I didn't disappear.
I woke up somewhere else. A different world. A different time.
In this place, magic is treated like a forgotten relic. Knights dominate the land. The Church speaks of divine blessing as the only true power. And mages? They're dying out—weak, corrupted, barely worthy of the name.