Somewhere on a world called Earth, nestled between quiet neighborhoods and rows of convenience stores, sat a high school with nothing outwardly special about it. But inside, amidst the dull drone of the teacher's lecture and the tapping of pencils against desks, sat someone who absolutely did not belong in the realm of the ordinary.
Seated near the back of the class, his feet propped up against his desk in perfect defiance of every rule ever written, was Wes Walker. Age 17. Otaku. Chaos incarnate.
Hair: Black, straight raven strands with a slightly messy fringe—the classic anime "too cool to care" look. Eyes: Striking crimson red, gleaming like warning lights. Build: Lean, deceptively weak-looking—but honed through endless nights of gaming marathons, snack dashes, and an uncanny reflex honed by dodging literal homework projectiles.
His uniform barely passed inspection. White dress shirt with the collar loose, black blazer hanging off one shoulder, a tie tied halfway to hell and back. School-issued pants wrinkled from naps and fights alike. And sneakers—because rules are meant to be bent until they snap.
Right now, he was deep into a handheld video game. Thumb on joystick, tongue slightly out, eyes narrowed. The screen lit his face in soft blue hues as he muttered, "C'mon, headshot… boom! Gotcha, you slime-chucking lizard freak."
"Reload, dodge, circle strafe—ha! Missed me!" Wes narrated to himself like a streamer. "Alright, time to activate my ultimate—Double Shot EX Mode! Let's gooooo!!"
The sounds of pixelated explosions, gunfire, and overly dramatic boss music filled the air around his desk.
"DIE YOU CYBER DEMON!! PEW PEW PEW PEW!!" he cried, jerking his handheld console to the side as if it would help dodge an incoming attack.
"Is he seriously narrating again?" one student whispered.
"This is like the third day this week."
"Why does he always sound like he's doing an anime monologue?"
"I can't believe he's still playing Shooting Star EX: Demon Descent. That game is, like, impossible."
"He's so annoying… but kinda impressive. Didn't he beat the World Record boss time once?"
"I just want to learn algebra without hearing 'KABOOM!' every five seconds."
"He's totally going to die young from snack overload and sleep deprivation."
"He's got guts playing that loud while sensei's mid-rant..."
The class was ignoring him. Mostly.
Except the teacher.
"Wes Walker!"
Wes didn't flinch.
"Put that game down this instant and listen to the lesson! Today's assignment is—"
"Five more minutes," Wes said, still not looking up. "Boss fight. If I pause now, it resets the whole dungeon. That's criminal."
The teacher looked like a kettle about to blow.
"WES!!"
Laughter echoed across the room.
"He's dead."
"Call the nurse. Or a priest."
"Or both."
Two rows behind him, someone did not laugh. She sighed.
Roxanne Vega.
Also 17. Also extraordinary.
Long, silky raven-black hair with crimson highlights tied in a warrior's ponytail. Piercing ruby-red eyes that glowed when flustered. Sharp jawline. Smooth, porcelain-like skin. Blazing beauty levels set to maximum. Her form—athletic yet curvaceous—had made her the subject of many whispered conversations, especially regarding the chest that defied physics and button strength alike.
Uniform? Perfectly worn. Skirt just barely regulation, black stockings hiding the bruises from training. Scuffed loafers from chasing down a certain idiot.
She glared at him.
"Idiot," she muttered.
The teacher inhaled deeply, mouth opening for another explosion.
BRRRRRRIIIING!!!
Saved by the bell.
"Class dismissed!" the teacher snapped. "Go home. ALL of you."
Chairs scraped. Conversations started.
"Let's hit the arcade."
"I'm getting takoyaki!"
"I need to finish that new manga chapter."
Wes? Still sitting. Still playing. Still laughing.
"Ha! Got the final shot. Suck it, demon overlord! You just got gamed."
Then—
"YOU IDIOT!!!"
BAM!
"OUCH! What the hell?!"
He looked up, blinking through the pain. Standing above him, hand still balled in a fist, was Roxanne.
She looked furious.
"Idiot!" she snapped again and whacked him once more.
"OW! Why AGAIN?!"
"Because you keep being an idiot! Class is for learning, not gaming!"
Wes clutched his head dramatically. "But games ARE learning! Tactical response! Reaction time! Emotional trauma from losing loot boxes!"
Her aura flared.
Wes could feel it. Her anger. Her presence. Like a storm. Sweat trickled down his temple.
He raised his hands. "Okay, okay! Don't kill me, Red Blaze—uh, I mean, beautiful queen of destruction!"
Her eyes widened. Blush. Glare.
"D-Don't EMBARRASS me, you idiot!!!"
SMACK!
"GAAAH! Monster! Beast!"
"What. Did. You. Call. Me?"
"Nothing! Beautiful! You're beautiful! Like, goddess-tier!"
She sighed. "That's what I thought. Idiot."
Wes got up, still rubbing his head. "Your punches are getting stronger. Are you eating protein bars or just rage?"
"Let's go home," she said, turning toward the door.
"Right behind ya," Wes muttered.
They walked through the streets of the city, backpacks slung, sun beginning to set. The breeze danced through their hair.
"So," Roxanne said, "do you ever not play video games?"
"Rarely. But sometimes I sleep."
"That's not an improvement."
"I multitask! I dream about gaming strategies."
"Of course you do."
Wes laughed. "You know, I once dreamed I was trapped in a game with anime waifus and had to fight my way out."
"You'd probably find a way to flirt with the final boss."
He grinned. "Depends. Is she hot?"
Roxanne rolled her eyes. "You're hopeless."
"But charming," he added.
"Like a fungus."
"I'll take that as affection."
"You would."
They laughed.
Then—
Tires screeched.
The world seemed quiet. A breeze. Laughter. A conversation still lingering.
They approached the crosswalk, still teasing, still smiling.
Wes nudged her. "Hey, Roxie, if I get isekai'd, you better come too. I'm not fighting slime kings alone."
"Oh please, if anyone gets isekai'd, it's me dragging your sorry ass along."
They stepped onto the road.
Neither saw it.
The truck.
Speeding. Swerving. Horn blaring.
Wes saw the headlights. Bright. Blinding. Reflecting off Roxanne's hair.
Wes's ears twitched. He turned, eyes widening.
"Roxanne…"
He didn't think.
He shoved her—hard—out of the way.
"WES!!" she screamed.
The truck blared its horn.
Wes stood in the center of the road, watching it rush toward him.
This is it… huh.
His thoughts raced.
Guess I'm not making it to the final boss…
Hope Roxanne's okay. At least she's safe. She'll keep going.
Maybe I'll get lucky… maybe I'll wake up in another world.
With swords… magic… and snacks. Lots of snacks.
He smiled. Imaginary gun fingers raised. One wink.
"See ya later, Red Blaze."
BOOM.
Impact.
Then nothing.
Darkness.
Silent. Cold. Weightless.
Wes floated in a sea of nothing.
No pain. No sound. Just the echo of the truck, the rush of the wind, the warmth of Roxanne's smile.
Then—
A flicker.
A heartbeat.
Light.
His fingers twitched.
Air rushed into his lungs.
Eyes snapped open.
Starlight.
Above him, an endless night sky shimmered with stars. Not the dull urban haze of Earth's sky—but galaxies painted across a canvas of eternal twilight. Shooting stars danced like fireflies, and nebulae swirled in colors he couldn't name.
"Wh-What is this…?"
Wes sat up slowly. Cool liquid rippled beneath him.
He looked down.
Water.
Shallow, glowing, like glass and moonlight had fused. It shimmered with reflections of constellations.
He stood.
It barely reached his ankles. The surface was unbroken, like standing on the night sky itself.
He turned slowly, mouth parted in awe. "Am I dead? Or dreaming? Or in the loading screen of some god-tier JRPG…?"
The air was still. The silence was beautiful.
"Okay, okay… Breathe, Wes," he muttered. "This is either heaven, limbo, or I glitched into a celestial backdrop. I mean... it's not the worst way to go."
He took a step.
The stars rippled.
Then—
A voice.
Calm. Clear. Timeless.
"Hello, Wes Walker…"
Wes spun around instantly, eyes wide.
Behind him, seated in a chair that floated just above the water's surface, was an old man. Long white beard. Robes of stardust. A small table beside him, steam rising from a cup of tea.
Wes blinked. "What... what are you?!"
The old man smiled.
"Let's just say… I've been waiting for you."
Wes stood frozen, mouth slightly ajar, as he stared at the old man before him. He looked like something out of a mythological storybook.
Long, flowing white hair cascaded past his shoulders, shimmering faintly like threads of starlight. A neatly-kept white beard framed his face, dignified and approachable, adding to the image of ancient wisdom. His eyes—at first seemingly normal—flickered with galaxies when you dared stare too long, holding the cosmos themselves behind a mortal veil.
His lightly weathered skin carried no burden of age, only grace. His smile, calm and serene, felt like the sunrise after the collapse of empires. He wore a simple white robe threaded with faint gold and silver embroidery that danced like constellations when he moved. Over his shoulders draped a cloak that looked like the night sky itself—alive with stars and nebulae drifting across its fabric.
By his side floated a wooden staff wrapped with glowing threads, as if it were plucked from the very fabric of reality.
Wes, still reeling, stuttered, "W-Waiting for me? Who… who are you?!"
The old man chuckled, sipping his tea. His voice was gentle, yet carried weight.
"Me? I am Eios, the Primordial God of Creation, known as the Loom of Origins. The weaver of universes, the architect of laws, and the silent observer of all fates."
Wes's brain exploded.
"G-God?! You're a GOD?! Like, the god? Of the universe?! But I was just at school! I was walking home with Roxanne—then the truck—and now THIS?! This has to be a dream. It's gotta be. Right?!"
His thoughts spiraled.
Did I really die?! Am I in heaven? Or is this one of those ultra-realistic lucid dreams I read about on forums?!
He glanced back at Eios, who continued sipping his tea like nothing was wrong.
Wes stared at the starlit sky above, the glowing water below. "This has gotta be an isekai dream. It feels too real, but also too anime."
Eios laughed heartily. "Your reaction is everything I expected, Wes Walker. A chaotic thread, tangled and unpredictable."
Wes rubbed his temples. "All my years reading manga and playing RPGs never prepared me for actually meeting a god."
He looked back up. "Okay, Mr. God, why am I here? Did I do something wrong?"
Eios cleared his throat gently, setting his teacup down.
"No, quite the opposite. I brought you here because I am giving you a second chance at life. In another world."
Wes froze. "Another world…? Like an isekai?!"
"Yes," Eios said, amused. "A world of magic, swords, monsters, gods, and ruin… and wonder."
Wes's face lit up. "Yo, that actually sounds kinda awesome… I mean, if I really am dead, this is the best possible afterlife."
He paused. "Wait—hold on. I'm just a nerdy otaku! I don't have any real skills!"
Eios chuckled again. "And yet… I've seen your potential. You're not just any thread, Wes. You're a broken thread with the strength to defy the pattern."
Eios chuckled. "No problem."
He raised a hand—and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, a radiant white light exploded around Wes's entire body.
"W-WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!" Wes cried out.
The light enveloped him like a cocoon, lifting him slightly above the glowing water. Warmth surged through every fiber of his being. His skin buzzed. His muscles ached—but in a good way. His bones popped, stretched. His lungs expanded. He felt like his very essence was being rewritten.
His arms flexed on instinct. His torso tightened as strength flooded his core. His posture straightened. His vision sharpened, hearing deepened. His messy fringe fluttered as his body evolved under divine code.
"My… face…! My abs…?! I HAVE ABS?!" Wes screamed in a mix of terror and awe.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the light faded. Wes hovered gently back to the ground, panting.
"What the actual hell just happened…" he muttered, feeling himself up like a guy who just found out his cheat codes worked.
Eios snapped his fingers again. A mirror of water and starlight formed in front of Wes.
The reflection was… him. But upgraded.
He still looked 17—but now he was lean, powerful, and athletic. His hair shimmered with a subtle glow, and his crimson eyes pulsed with newfound energy. His jaw was sharp, his skin clear, and his physique looked like a protagonist ready to storm a demon king's castle.
"I look like a shonen protagonist after the timeskip…" Wes whispered.
He flexed.
"…AND I HAVE DEFINITION! LOOK AT THESE PECS!"
Eios laughed. "You're welcome."
"I look like if video game DLC gave you a glow-up!"
"And now," Eios said, tone shifting to something grander, "your weapon."
He raised his fingers—then snapped.
A new light flared in the air.
This one was heavier. Thicker. The air crackled as the fabric of reality folded.
Two points of light appeared before Wes, floating midair like hovering relics. Slowly, the lights morphed, forming shapes of twin weapons.
The first: A sleek, radiant silver-white revolver, its barrel etched with glowing runes that shimmered like the morning sun.
The second: A sleek obsidian-black revolver, its surface laced with silver veins pulsing like veins of moonlight. Cold. Mysterious. Silent.
They hovered in front of Wes, radiating a divine presence.
Wes took a cautious step forward, jaw slack.
"These are… magic guns?"
The closer he got, the more he felt them—not just as weapons, but as beings. Their auras rippled around him, brushing his skin like whispers of memory. Power surged outward, raw and beautiful.
His thoughts raced.
They feel alive… are they breathing? No… they're pulsing… He swallowed. These things… they're more than weapons.
Slowly, his hands reached forward. His fingers trembled slightly, but with awe—not fear.
He touched the grips.
A shockwave of warmth and chill exploded through his body.
His mind flooded with strange emotions. Flashes of fire and shadow. Echoes of voices. He felt accepted. He felt chosen.
He held both revolvers up.
"They… they fit perfectly in my hands," he whispered.
The silver gun's grip molded to him with warmth and light. The black one pulsed cold and calm.
"I can feel their souls… like they're watching me."
He looked up at Eios. "What are their names?"
Eios grinned.
"The silver revolver is Reveria, The Dawn of Destruction. Her sister, the obsidian one, is Aurelia, The Twilight of Eternity."
Wes blinked. "Those names are so cool I think my heart just leveled up."
Eios's voice became reverent. "They are not just tools. They are your partners. Your weapon, your will made manifest. Speak to them. Respect them. And they will answer with power the world has never seen."
Wes laughed nervously. "Okay okay, now you're talking like they're real people or something—"
He saw Eios's grin widen.
"…Why are you smiling like that?"
"There's one thing you should know about Reveria and Aurelia."
"…Yeah? What is it?" Wes asked, instantly suspicious.
"They're not just weapons, Wes Walker."
Wes's gut dropped.
"…What?"
"They were once goddesses."
"WHAT?!?!" Wes screamed.
He dropped both revolvers instinctively, then fumbled to catch them again, panicked.
"G-GODDESSES?! AS IN REAL DIVINE BEINGS?! I'M HOLDING SACRED LADY GUNS?!"
His thoughts exploded.
I'm not worthy—these are sacred relics! I'm just a gamer gremlin! I can't even talk to girls properly and now I'm carrying goddesses in my pants—WAIT THAT SOUNDED WRONG—
Eios chuckled.
"Long before order reigned," he began, "before temples and prayers bound the world in chains of hierarchy, there were two sisters…"
He told the tale.
Reveria, born of flame, light, and storm — the fire that gave mortals strength.
Aurelia, born of darkness, ice, and silence — the shadow that gave mortals peace.
Together, they were balance. Together, they shaped the world.
The Loom behind Eios ignited — twin threads of red and silver forming radiant, feminine figures. Power pulsed. Stars trembled.
"But harmony," Eios said, his voice growing heavier, "terrified those who ruled through dominance."
The war of the Primordials. The betrayal. The ambush. Divine spears piercing divine thrones.
The gods feared the sisters not because they sought war — but because they proved that balance required no kings.
The vision of the Loom shifted. The divine bindings. The forging of two revolvers. Two glowing cores sinking into twin barrels.
"I was there," Eios whispered. "I wove the bindings with my own hands… though it was not my choice."
Wes stared at the twin guns, his hands shaking.
"They've been through so much… and now… they're with me?"
"For eons, they slept. Passed between tyrants who could never awaken them. Until now."
Eios's eyes locked with Wes. "You are the one thread I have woven outside the pattern. You will walk with them. You will hear them. And perhaps… redeem what was lost."
The Loom fell silent.
Wes stared down at Reveria and Aurelia, still pulsing faintly in his grip.
"I'll use them wisely," he said quietly.
Eios smiled.
"And you will have their power. Their elements. Fire, ice, shadow, lightning… bullets forged from divine chaos."
Wes's lips slowly curled into a grin.
"Elemental magic bullets? Okay, now I'm officially hyped."
Suddenly, the guns dissolved into light—two comets of red and silver—and shot into Wes's chest.
He gasped, doubling over as they merged into him. A glowing emblem formed across his heart, pulsing with twin energies.
They're inside me… I can feel them breathing.
A DING echoed in his mind.
A screen appeared.
CLASS UNLOCKED: MAGIC GUNSLINGER
Wes's grin exploded. "LET'S GOOOO!!!"
Eios laughed. "Congratulations. The twins are now your soulbound partners."
"So what now?" Wes asked.
"Now," Eios said, rising to his feet, "you will begin your second life."
Wes's grin widened. "Sweet. I can't wait."
"Are you ready, Bullet Reaper?"
Wes smirked. "Yes. I'm ready."
"Good," Eios said warmly. "I am glad. Hope to see you again, young Magic Gunslinger."
Wes gave a casual salute. "See ya later, old man."
Eios chuckled. "Good luck, Wes Walker."
Wes nodded firmly. The god snapped his fingers—
FLASH!
The starlit domain rippled, threads dissolving into sparks. Wes felt his body pulled forward, light rushing around him like a tunnel of infinite galaxies. Colors warped, sound stretched. He closed his eyes, bracing himself.
Then, silence.
When he opened his eyes—
He stood in a forest.
The sky glowed emerald through towering trees, leaves like crystal glass catching stray beams of sunlight. The air shimmered with motes of magic, drifting lazily like fireflies. Birds with jeweled wings sang from the branches. Streams of silver-blue water wound between mossy stones, their surfaces sparkling as though laced with starlight.
Wes's jaw dropped. "Holy crap… it's… it's gorgeous. This isn't a video game. This is real."
He turned in place, staring at everything. The towering roots. The glowing mushrooms tucked under tree trunks. The sound of the wind — like whispers of an ancient language.
He inhaled deeply. The air was crisp, clean, carrying the scent of pine, earth, and faint magic.
"I've never breathed anything this fresh before… it's like inhaling life itself."
His smile spread wide.
"This is it. My new beginning. My isekai adventure. I'm ready to start my life as the Magic Gunslinger."
Wes clenched his fists, excitement buzzing in his veins.
Wes stood still at the edge of the glowing forest, hands in his pockets, staring up at the crystal-like canopy overhead. The air hummed with magic, alive with energy. He hadn't even taken his first step toward adventure, but already, the otaku in him couldn't resist one nagging thought.
Wait… if this really is an isekai world… then…
He smirked, eyes sparkling. Does that mean the classic status screen thing is real?
He folded his arms and whispered dramatically, "Open Status."
For a second, nothing happened. His grin wavered. Then—
DING.
A violet screen materialized in front of him, glowing with shifting runes that rearranged into words he could read. His jaw dropped.
"Holy crap—it WORKED!" Wes shouted, pointing at the screen. "I HAVE A STATUS MENU! THIS IS THE REAL DEAL!!"
He leaned in, eyes darting across every glowing line.
STATUS SCREEN
Name: Wes Walker
Age: 17
Race: Human (Reincarnated)
Level: 1
Class: Magic Gunslinger
Titles: The Bullet Reaper, The Chosen of Eios, First Gunslinger of the New Age
Health Points (HP): 180 / 180
Magic Points (MP): 250 / 250
Strength: 12
Agility: 19
Endurance: 14
Mana: 25
Luck: ?
Charm: 10
Normal Skills:
Quick Reload – Instantly reloads magic guns without motion delay.
Pain Resistance – Reduces pain feedback by 25%.
Appraisal – Analyzes item properties and monster info.
Cooking – Boosts food quality and buffs from meals.
Sixth Sense – Passive precognition of hostile intent.
Enhanced Reflexes – Perceives combat in slowed motion.
Parkour – Free running over rooftops and obstacles.
Hand-to-Hand Combat – Basic punches, kicks, grapples.
Snack Sense – Detects food stalls or food magic within 1km.
Gun Kata – Stylish melee + ranged combo fighting.
Ability Skills:
Gunslinger Reflex – Temporary agility boost when HP < 30%.
Bulletstep – High-speed dash, blink-like.
Gun Guard – Block with guns to reduce damage.
Mana Skin – Thin magical armor against spells/ranged.
Craft Bullet – Create elemental bullets with mana.
Elemental Channel – Infuse both guns with elemental power for 10s.
Mana Dash – Mana-compressed short dash; phase through weak foes.
Reaper's Whistle – Enemies suffer fear debuff when he whistles.
Adrenaline Surge – Shake off stun/poison/slow.
Magic Bullet Skills:
Fire Bullet – Explosive fire round.
Water Bullet – Piercing high-speed liquid round.
Wind Bullet – Curving, accelerated bullet.
Earth Bullet – Heavy armor-crushing shot.
Lightning Bullet – Stuns, small AoE shock.
Ice Bullet – Slows/freezes targets.
Light Bullet – Blinds, ignores shadow defense.
Dark Bullet – Spirit-damage, ignores physical armor.
Unique Skills:
Origin Eye – Divine ocular skill. Zoom, aura detection, lie detection, time-slow aim, illusion break.
Gun Soul Bond – Telepathic connection with Reveria & Aurelia; spiritual manifestation possible.
Gunslinger's Genesis – Create never-before-seen bullet magics.
Limit Break: Overheat Barrage (Locked) – Empty all chambers in double-element barrage. Severe recoil drawback.
Weapons: Reveria – The Dawn of Destruction, Aurelia – The Twilight of Eternity
Items: 1x Rusty Knife (Backup)
Wes blinked, his mouth slowly curling into a grin. "This is… insane. I actually have a status menu with skills. Real magic skills. Gunslinger-specific moves. ELEMENTAL BULLETS! And—oh my god, Snack Sense?!"
He burst into laughter. "Of all the powers, that's the most me thing ever. Eios really knows his audience."
His crimson eyes scanned the screen again, excitement buzzing through him. I have to test these. Right now.
He clenched his fists, then raised them. "Come to me… Reveria. Aurelia."
The air around him shimmered. Threads of light spun together, forming glowing outlines. The silver light coalesced first, shaping into a sleek revolver with divine runes, and then obsidian light followed, veins of silver pulsing through it like living moonlight. They spun slowly in the air before solidifying in Wes's hands.
"Reveria… Aurelia…" Wes whispered. "You're even more beautiful than before."
He grinned, twirling the guns. First, he spun them forward on his index fingers, then flipped them behind his back, catching each flawlessly. He spun them sideways like a street magician before crossing them dramatically in front of his chest. He even tossed Aurelia into the air, spun Reveria around three times, then caught both at once in perfect sync.
"Ha! Anime cowboy levels of style unlocked!" Wes laughed. "Man, if Roxanne saw me now she'd call me an idiot… but a badass idiot."
The revolvers gleamed in the light as if amused.
Wes turned toward a thick tree nearby, his crimson eyes glinting. He leveled Reveria's barrel, smirking. "Alright… let's try this. FIRE BULLET!"
Reveria's chamber spun and glowed crimson. The muzzle flared as a glowing fire orb condensed and then rocketed forward. BOOOOM! The shot struck the tree with explosive force, bark and leaves scattering into the air.
"Holy crap!" Wes shouted. "That's not just fire… that's like a mini-RPG shot!"
He swung Aurelia next, her barrel glowing deep blue. "Your turn! WATER BULLET!!"
A condensed sphere of shimmering water blasted forth, slamming into the same trunk. The crack echoed as the liquid shot pierced through, dousing the smoldering bark in steam. The impact made the ground rumble faintly.
The tree groaned, smoke rising from its cracked trunk. Bits of bark fell, charred and soaked.
Wes lowered both guns, his eyes wide in disbelief. "That's… insane. This isn't just cosplay power—this is actual destruction. I could level a forest with these if I'm not careful."
The revolvers pulsed faintly in his hands, like a heartbeat.
He smiled slowly, whispering, "Yeah… you two are monsters. And you're mine."
As if responding, Reveria and Aurelia glowed faintly before dissolving back into light, merging into his chest. The connection pulsed warmly, reassuring him.
He exhaled deeply. "Alright. That was just two basic skills. I can't even imagine what I'll pull off once I level up."
His grin widened as he turned toward the path ahead. The forest shimmered with unknown magic, glowing fungi illuminating the way, streams sparkling like silver veins. Strange bird calls echoed, and glowing insects hovered lazily through the branches.
Wes stretched his arms and cracked his neck. "Okay, Wes Walker… time to see what this world has in store. Adventure awaits. And so does chaos."
With his crimson eyes shining and his steps light, Wes began his journey deeper into the magical forest.
To Be Continued...