Sam was a hard-working boy. He yearned to be a mage, but he was talentless in the art of arcane. Thus he turned to the path of the sword.

It was all for the sake of preparing for the incoming doom, foretold by a close crazy scholar. Yet fate played him like a fool. The apocalypse came sooner than expected, and Sam wasn't prepared.

He fled from his home, running for his dear life. But a book that fell from the sky might be the only thing that may guide him through this turbulent time.

But there was one small problem. Why was the book more excited than he was?