“嘶——” headache like someone hit his temple with a rolling pin. Lin Feng hastily opened his eyes, but what greeted him wasn't the familiar ceiling of his rented apartment, but a dim gray expanse. He blinked—wrong again. He sat up, looking around. A chimney? No, that was a tower!

He frowned. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was passing out while gaming, head pounding after trying to grind for hours. Now this? He tried stretching but found his body stiff and weak, like he'd been inactive for days. His gaze fell on his hands—no, they weren’t his hands. They were small, webbed talons with glowing yellow eyes. Impossible. He tried shaking his head, but the world spun, making him dizzy.

A figure swooped down in front of him, landing on a nearby branch. It flapped its wings, the sound woody and creaky. Then he saw it—a raven, but not any ordinary raven. Its feathers were white as bone, and its eyes glowed with an eerie yellow light. It tilted its head, as if studying him. Lin Feng swallowed hard. This wasn’t real. He was dreaming. Right?