Left to die in the Ashlands by his boss, a 4th gen God Eater finds himself in an entirely foreign world after being swallowed up in an ash storm. Through the guidance of a divine wolf, he embarks on a quest to return home to the Ashlands.
Wolf: CURSED ONE, HEED MY WARNING, OR FACE THE PATH TOWARDS OBLIVION...
Young Man: !?
Wolf: DO NOT PLACE YOUR TRUST IN THE HANDS OF THE ONES WHO'VE FREED YOU FROM DEATH'S DOOR, FOR THEY ARE FALSE IDOLS.
Young Man: What?
Wolf: SHOULD YOU DESIRE A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE, THEN HEED MY CALL, SATANAEL.
Young Man: Wait! How do you-!?
As the young man's brain became flooded with questions, the wolf's mouth began to open up as it lunged towards him.
Satanael: How do you know my-!?
*C-C-CRUNCH!*
Location: Unknown... Western Continent.... Muran Empire....
Satanael: Wait! Eh!? Huh!?
Sitting upward from a small pile of straw, the young man awakened in a panicked state, unsure of what was going on as he now found himself in a small, cold, damp stone cell with sweat pouring down his face.
Satanael: The hell was that about?
Satanael: Hmm?
Looking down, he had noticed the loose bit of straw that he had been lying on.
Satanael: Straw? In the Ashlands? But I was... Hmm?
He also noticed his God Arc, a wild concoction of a human sized chakram, sniper rifle, and tower shield within a living, glowing amber Aragami core, leaning against the wall beside the bed.
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In seeing his God Arc, the young man placed his hands onto his face as he began to have a migraine.
Satanael: What the hell is going on, here?
Knight: Hey, the chosen one's awake! Inform Ganon!
Satanael: ?
Satanael: Ganon?
From the other side of the cell, a person dawning a dark medieval era knight armor approached the door, inserting a large brass key much to the young man's confusion.
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