Yonas City,
Cole felt groggy, and gradually forgot many things.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
As time passed, hazy scenes began to emerge from the mist before Cole.
Gradually, scenes slowly surfaced from the gauze-like mist swirling before the mage.
The first thing he saw was his parents caring for him attentively at home.
Sunlight filtered through the window and gently spilled into the room. His mother sat by the bed, her eyes full of concern as she lightly stroked his forehead and softly asked how he had been lately.
Her gentle voice was like a spring breeze blowing into his heart.
His father stood nearby, his brows slightly furrowed yet carrying a hint of relief. He listened carefully to Cole's words and nodded in response from time to time.
The feeling of being deeply loved by his parents was like warm winter sunlight, filling Cole's heart with warmth. His longing for home grew ever stronger, as though that warm harbor would always be his refuge.
Then the scene shifted, and another scene from Jonas Magic Academy appeared in the mist.
The other students gathered in twos and threes, laughing and chatting, but when he approached, they all gave him strange looks before silently dispersing and leaving him isolated to one side.
Cole tried to fit in and took the initiative to speak to them, but all he received were cold replies or awkward silence.
Day after day, his heart seemed to fall into an icy abyss. Endless loneliness washed over him like a tide, and he could only stand silently in a corner, his eyes filled with loss and helplessness.
Next, perilous scenes from his adventures emerged from the mist.
Howling winds and torrential rain battered him as he struggled along a rugged mountain