When I[1] opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was people looking down at me.

“We did it.”

“It’s a success!”

Everything seemed unfamiliar as far as I could remember. It was a large room filled with people: some had pointy ears and the others were short. There were some taller than others, and there were people with green skin as well. When I looked around, a person with pointy ears and blonde hair patted my head with a big smile and their face was the most memorable to me.

“Your name is Max.”

- Max?

“Yeah, Max.”

- Max!

“And my name is Metel.”

- Metel?

“Yeah, Metel.”

- Metel!

“This place is called the Rift Museum. You’re a lump of mana created with the power of the Guardians… How about we walk before I explain everything? Do you think you can walk?” Metel asked.

- Ah… yes.

At the time, everything seemed interesting. From the people who greeted me, the people who patted my head, and the objects laying on the floor. I could remember being new to me. The cold sensation when my feet touched the ground, and the feeling of mana when it touched my skin.

‘I was relieved—relieved that I’m alive.’

Of course, I felt that way because it felt like everyone was blessing me.

Time passed…

After that day, I learned...