On the steps of a church, in the heart of the human territories, a huge armored figure sat with his elbows resting on his knees.
His armor was a gray reminiscent of freshly cooled volcanic rock, and beside him, leaning against the wall, rested a halberd nearly as tall as he was.
Worshippers came and went from the church, offering him bows as if he were a figure worthy of admiration.
He, meanwhile, didn't even bother to turn and look at them.
He was too busy staring at the clouds through the slit of his helmet and wondering at what exact moment his life had gone to hell.
More than eight months had passed since he woke up in this world.
At first he had been convinced it was all a trip caused by some cheap drug and that sooner or later he would come back to his senses.
But he had quickly realized that wasn't the case.
And that somehow he had ended up inside something very much like Eternal Conquest Online, with his character, his gear, and a quest he hadn't asked for.
