When I died at the ripe age of nineteen a god had asked me to help him access a fantasy world gone rogue. To do that, they needed me to live there for a month while they tethered their power to the world. I was pretty excited to use magic, so I quickly accepted. Now, the problem started when they conveniently forgot to mention that the power they gave me was very much overpowered. Either way, I wasn't complaining.