The world will end. No matter what, the goddess had decided so.

While panic won over some hearts, that other resigned themselves, Henox welcomed this information with indifference. Only one thing to do. Sleep. To let him be lulled into sleep as late as would come the end of any form of life.

This was the intent of the sorcerer, until a wounded fairy came disturbing his rest. A fairy thirsty for adventure. Though with a torn wing she is unable to move. Henox then accepts to accompany her on her travel, until they achieve to repair her wing.

A last journey, a last glance over the other creatures that may well awake doubts in the millennial sorcerer.