February 21st, 2255 A.D
6:00 am
One particular shore near the Aegean Sea
A man walks on the beach, his eyes fixated on the old summer house facing the sea. His bright red hair moved in the wind in the same fashion the tides ebb and flow.
He was shirtless, save for a small red cloak that covered half of his upper body, and wore black trousers. His other accessories, though, were far from mundane.
The stone necklace that he sported around his neck, had glowing blue inscriptions of magical runes while he carried a small hammer that crackled with energy. His arms were clad in iron gauntlets and his belt buckle covered a part of his chiseled abdomen. He was also barefoot but every step he took turned the sand beneath his feet into glass. Surprisingly, he held his boots in his other hand
