Seeing a disheveled drunk suddenly appear before him, reeking of alcohol, Master Ragewind frowned slightly and immediately thought of the Fallen. "Tell me, why did you pull me into this world?"
The drunk said with a grin, "Master Ragewind, Legendary Druid, also known as the strongest Druid in the world. I never expected us to meet under such circumstances!"
"Who exactly are you?!" Ragewind snorted coldly.
"Please don't speak to me with such resentment. Although my methods were indeed somewhat rough." The drunk fell silent for a moment. "How about we change the setting? Perhaps you'll feel more comfortable."
The surroundings changed once more. The scene of the Elf Capital transformed into Ragewind's secluded residence. Seeing the familiar surroundings, Ragewind's brow furrowed tightly, and waves of shock surged through his heart. Before he had recently revealed himself, very few people had known where he lived in seclusion. "What do you mean by this?"
"My recreation should be fairly accurate, shouldn't it? Although I've had quite a bit to drink, my mind ought to still be fairly clear." The drunk spoke as he revealed an exaggerated expression.
"What exactly do you mean?" The anger on Ragewind's face grew increasingly intense. He had always been an outlier among the Elf people, unlike most of his kind. His personality was even somewhat like that of a Dwarf—stubborn and hot-tempered.
"Huh? Is it really different from your secluded residence? Why haven't you calmed down yet? This is clearly a perfect fallen world I created using the Mirror of the Fallen. You should have been completely immersed in it..." The drunk rambled to himself as though he were truly intoxicated. After an unknown amount of time, he finally rubbed his forehead. "Oh, right. I appeared directly in front of you. My apologies—I drank a little