"..." A young man sat within his room, and stared expressionlessly at the wall. He seemed dead. Internally at that. And his gaze implying that he was lost deep into his thoughts. Like being stranded within a misty sea, not knowing which direction is which. But maybe it made sense. For his circumstances were not light nor casual. Especially so, with everything that was to come. His vision returned to his room. It had nothing to begin with, so him staring at the wall, was not that strange. The room only had a small futon to lay on, and nothing else. It was just empty. Like a broken man's heart. Him. And like the mind of a man confused. Him as well. "...Haah~" He sighed to himself. It was sudden, gloomy and all out of the blue. Enough to shatter the peace, of the night. His face finally illustrated a trace of emotion. It being a mixture of shock, and slight happiness. Happiness. If you will. Yet also laced with a bit of bitterness within. He remembered his name. He was Damien, D

And outside, was a well decorated, clean and luxurious house that differed completely to his empty, god forsaken room. It was not to the point of being like the rich houses in the modern day, but for people in the nigh-olden Era, it was quite descent and neat. But he ignored it as well and the emotions he was experiencing. And just walked to his parent's room, not far from his. The Primordial Source was only minutes away from initiating its first phase, so he had to make a move. One as quickly as he possibly could. First, he had to tell his parents that they should agree to the interface that will appear in their minds. There was a good reason as to why. For starters, because once a person accepts The Primordial Source, they will undergo a trial to go through, where they will not leave until they are either level five, or dead or when you succeed. Or, after 24 hours, when the trial ends. Luckily, the trial took in the overa