Outside adventurer, do you wish to know my life—from the day you were killed, until the pure shadow of your past self?

Why are adventurers so enthusiastic about putting their toes into crab's nest?

Well, my life is what it looks like now.

I really hope I can not say that. This originated in a bleak and dark years. I often think that when the madman Ogasla named that year, she must have foresawed what happened to me.

At that time, I was just a young sorcerer from the Lestal Forest. Since Karthas's foolishness, I have been working hard to hone my magic skills.

For a book that records evil magic, my friends and I broke into the ruins of a floating city in Naserel, but unfortunately, we happened to meet the shadow of a dead Naserel Arcanist.

The creature killed me without any effort.

And in just one breath, I became one of the undead creatures - the monster that defeated me at this time had killed all my companions.

The arcane was not the only shadow here, and I was not the only degeneration - in fact, he had a real legion of the undead.

His ultimate destruction gives us the freedom to find our past and many of us, including myself, do so.

At first, many of our companions were destroyed, but then we encountered an existence called the Invisible Guardian.

His name is Paralandask, and he is not much different from us. After being cursed by the magic of Neseril, he is also seeking a way to save him.

Even though his body has gradually transformed into a virtual body, he has developed a spell that can maintain his spiritual strength.

He has always been generous in helping those of us who can be found by him with magic.

With his help, some of us succeeded in walking out of the ruins of Neseril and then tried to get rest to the remaining undead creatures.

Many companions were destroyed, some disappeared in battles with other undead people, others died at the hands of noble elves priests, because they could not tolerate our undead existence.

Faced with such heavy losses, coupled with our own rejection of evil, we are gradually regarded as weak, or, as the word expresses: dim and powerless.

Although as an adventurous halfling, I have traveled to the Enoak Desert or beyond, I have never been able to return to the Lestar Forest.
Chapter completed!