The last chapter of this series was the last chapter of the first volume!

I had to make a decision on it and making it so the last chapter was the end of a volume made a lot of sense to me so I went with it, plus, I just needed a break from it. I'm not gonna go on more with this announcement with any padding and stuff so I'll put snippets of my other work in here to pad out time.

Peregrination

The ship shakes violently as workers fiddle with their fingers silently, some staring out of the windows with an empty thousand-yard stare. The ship's monotony is filled in by its ominous hum with the subsequent breaths of air coming from their masks, the sound grated by the speakers built on the outsides of their masks. One of them leans forward, back arched, the creaking of their spinal supporter startling some of the men and women on board, the rest of their mask wrapped around their head and connected with it, a scarf wrapped around it, knit tightly together by haphazard leathers and threads.

Music by Cavelight

Where does an obsession start? Well, we'll go to the beginning before going on further so we can answer that question properly. A young man named Nazaire Martial Driver, also known as Naz - Dark-brown hair that shines against the sun, messy, green in green eyes. On a university campus long in disarray due to its extracurricular activities involving fights, he had gotten himself involved in a bullying situation unlike that from a High School drama, a situation that does not happen much on college campuses - better to say that it is an extremely rare case. Beaten senseless into the asphalt matting below, boots and fits being punted into his body at different levels of force. A man who believes he is weak struggling against the forces he is up against. After ten minutes, they had let up, leaving him a bloody mess upon the concrete floor he had gone limp upon, barely even having a mark on his face except a nose bordering on broken.

Another Story About Being Transferred to Another World

He passes his hand over the stone slab and blows into it, dust flying into the air like flies. Armor wraps around his wrist, more of it wrapped on his body, legs, leather armor. A young boy with black hair, eyes bright like a jewel. He walks to an open area in the villa, examining it's abandoned architecture until leaving, a group of people waiting outside in the middle of a bustling city. The boy nods to the group and they head out, leaving the city out into the fields of Nargadaga, to hunt, train, whatever it is they do.

Mages, potion sellers, and the like are scattered across the busy streets of Lanaire Fratz, some of the boy's group watches the others as they pass, adjusting their belts or holding a staff close to their chest with a concerned expression on their face.

They head to the front gate of Lanaire, a rough guard comes to greet them, both of them nodding to each other as they go on their way into Nargadaga. The crunching of grass under their feet relieves their tension, going back and forth between the grass and the dirt road beside them, making way for merchants or other adventurers returning from their travels. They watch in admiration as adventurers decked in the most powerful gear imaginable pass, their faces stone-cold as they make it towards the gate.