Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

The dormant primordial chaos concealed within Jaegar stirred to life when Norimar imposed his restraint. This latent force, a residual remnant of Jaegar, remained locked within him, its influence typically dormant. However, it manifested itself in moments of imminent danger, a latent guardian and, ironically, a catalyst that had once propelled Jaegar into his previous world.

Yntarr, the overseeing deity of the world, detected the seismic shifts reverberating through the fabric of existence, emanating from the unleashed primordial chaos. This ancient force, the wellspring of all power, had subtly woven its threads into the very tapestry of reality. Though Yntarr could not discern the precise nature of its influence, the god understood the potential ramifications.

Swift and resolute, Yntarr decided to intervene. Recognising the imperative to restore balance to the disrupted world, he expedited Jaegar's return to his universe. As Jaegar departed, Yntarr lingered in the cosmic expanse, his gaze fixed upon the world below. The realm appeared ostensibly ordinary, its façade betraying no signs of the cosmic upheaval it had recently endured.

In the blink of an ethereal moment, Yntarr vanished, his divine presence withdrawn after ensuring the cosmic equilibrium was reinstated.

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Jaegar found himself enveloped in an abyss of complete blackness, a disorienting void that seemed to tug at the very essence of his being. The force that drew him remained inscrutable, defying comprehension.

Abruptly, he materialized in mid-air, suspended above Angelina's farmhouse, and crashed with a resounding impact onto her front door, unleashing havoc that wrecked half the house.

As Jaegar slowly opened his eyes to survey the aftermath, the shattered remnants of Angelina's abode greeted him. A wry remark escaped his lips, "Oh, boy, she will kill me."

Just moments before, he had been an observer in his family's world, grappling with complex emotions regarding their apparent indifference to his demise. However, Jaegar swiftly dismissed the bitterness, recognizing that he had forged a life of his own in this realm, complete with a new family. And they, too, seemed to have moved on from his death and were living a pretty good life, he thought.

Amidst the wreckage, there lingered a flicker of joy—a poignant connection with the past. His sister had named her son after him, a fact that stirred a sense of contentment within Jaegar.

Yet the newfound powers that had brought him to this precarious state demanded urgent attention. "Now, these powers are getting me screwed up, and I have to do something about it before it gets me really fucked up," he muttered to himself, determined to navigate the challenges that lay ahead.

With resilience in his heart, he endeavoured to rise from the wreckage.

The chaos arts within Jaegar proved to be an enigmatic force, often springing surprises and displaying a consciousness of its own. It defied the norms of magic as Jaegar knew it, pulsating with an unpredictable vitality that set it apart from anything he had encountered in his life.

Stepping out into the front yard, Jaegar surveyed the wreckage of Angelina's house, a casualty of his unexpected arrival. The dwelling now stood as a testament to the turbulence that accompanied him.

Lost in thought, he found himself contemplating the capricious nature of the chaos arts that resided within him.

As Jaegar absorbed the scene, a portal manifested, and Angelina along with Jacqueline emerged, their eyes locking onto Jaegar.

Simultaneously, they exclaimed, "Jaegar!"

Walking towards him, Jacqueline questioned, "Where have you been? Wait, what happened to you?"

Jaegar, choosing not to disclose the details of his otherworldly sojourn, replied, "I got stuck in the space void."

The term 'void' referred to the perilous limbo between portals, a desolate space where individuals could become ensnared if the incantations of teleportation spells went awry. It was a risky venture, fraught with dangers, and many had gone missing in the void, with only a fortunate few managing to return.

This perilous nature led many to opt for alternative means of transportation, such as the use of magical stones like lironium.

Upon learning the cause of Jaegar's disappearance, both Angelina and Jacqueline nodded in understanding. Angelina's gaze shifted towards her now partially wrecked house, then towards him.

Glancing at the damaged dwelling, Angelina questioned, "Now, why is my house like that?"

She turned her gaze again back to Jaegar, who sighed and admitted, "It was all my fault. I crashed into the house."

Angelina, squinting her eyes in a playful manner, remarked, "Do you have something against the house? Why do you wreck it always?"

Jaegar looked at her with a helpless expression, and she sighed, deciding to take matters into her own hands. She walked towards the damaged house with the intent to repair it.

Jaegar refrained from divulging the true cause of his predicament—confrontation with mysterious intruders in the maze. Aware that revealing such information would only cause unnecessary worry and trouble for Angelina and Jacqueline, he kept the details to himself.

Mentally noting the faces of the assailants, Jaegar resolved to handle the situation independently, even if the prospect of confronting them filled him with uncertainty.

Jacqueline's inquiry pierced through the air, "What actually happened to you? Weren't you participating in the trials or something? And then there's been news of you all over the papers that you might be the reason for destroying the trials."

Jaegar furrowed his brows in confusion. How was he responsible for what happened in the maze? If anything, it had to do with those two mysterious intruders.

Then she proceeded to recount the events in the Hollowdome, detailing how the magical construct of the maze was completely destroyed. The once magical labyrinth had lost its enchantment and now lay in ruins. The chaos energy he possessed became the focal point of blame, making him the assumed culprit for the catastrophe.

With a nonchalant expression, he asked, "What are they planning on doing, then?"

Jacqueline responded, "Nothing. With Grandma and Lady Angelina present, they would never point a finger at you. Just that they demanded appropriate compensation, that's all."

In the face of potential accusations, it appeared that the influential figures in Jaegar's life would act as a shield against any harm coming his way.

Jaegar, upon hearing Jacqueline's words, let out a snide chuckle. "Talk about power. They just wanted money, so they should have asked for it directly."

Jacqueline replied, "Well, they couldn't just do that, so that's why this culprit crap and all. After all, it was just a stone wall, nothing grand. Why would they even accuse you of destroying it? If Lady Angelina hadn't stopped me, I would've turned that colossal structure to dust."

Even if Jaegar had intentionally destroyed the maze, they wouldn't worry about it.

She spoke with an annoyed tone. Upon seeing the news about Jaegar and how the academies were putting the blame on him, she got angry and rushed to the academy with Angelina.

If Angelina hadn't been present there, she would have turned the place upside down.

During the last time, she wasn't present, as she was out on a mission and didn't come to the academy at that time. She harboured resentment towards the academy management for not protecting Jaegar, and now they were doing this.

Jaegar, hearing her words, felt surprised. Her expression revealed the genuine concern she had for him, and it moved Jaegar in a way he hadn't expected.

While they were chatting, Angelina finished repairing the house, restoring the pieces to their original places. Then she called them inside.

Jaegar, Jacqueline, and Angelina sat in the restored hall, the atmosphere tinged with a mixture of concern and curiosity. The worn-out furniture bore the marks of time, contrasting with the occasional glimpses of magical artefacts that hinted at Angelina's proficiency in the mystical arts.

And as they sat in the hall, Angelina asked directly, "What exactly happened in there, Jaegar?"

Under her scrutinizing gaze, Jaegar recounted his encounter. He couldn't lie to her, even though he wanted to keep it from her.

The air was thick with tension as Jaegar began recounting his harrowing experience in the magical maze.

With every word, Angelina's expression shifted from attentive curiosity to a profound sense of unease.

Jaegar spared no detail, describing the eeriness of the maze, the sudden appearance of Norimar, the presence of another mysterious figure, and the subsequent confusion that unfolded.

Jacqueline listened intently, her demeanour poised but attentive, catching every nuance of the unfolding tale.

When Jaegar mentioned Norimar, Angelina's reaction was palpable. Her complexion paled, and her eyes betrayed a mixture of fear and recognition.

Jaegar, registering her response, couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity and concern. "Do you know him?" he asked, his voice edged with a touch of urgency.

Angelina took a moment to compose herself, her gaze fixated on a distant point as if navigating the recesses of her memory. The silence in the room was thick, amplifying the weight of her unspoken thoughts. Finally, she sighed, a heavy breath laden with the weight of the past.

In the dimly lit room, Angelina's voice cut through the shadows, a measured whisper that carried the weight of her words. "He is an orc mage and a skilled one at that. I had crossed his path once."