As a sound came blaring halting and stopping anything-
[CORRUPTED LINEAGE DETECTED COMMENCING CLEAN UP].
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It came abruptly- unrestrained and barbaric. The room's furniture shifted- turning into familiar runes though this time it lost any sign of beauty it once had.
Turning jet black. They rushed toward kye, swarming him in waves. Latching on some Evan disforming to match his figure whilst the rest could only pile up.
"Ahhhhhh" Kye screeched. the runes were scorching
It felt suffocating, unbearable, his body twitching furiously.
His mouth began to foam- his eyes rolled back, it felt like death was near infact he could smell.
Burnt skin mixed in with a hint of muscle fibers-
Hmmm, one of a kind delicacy to any predator.
The scene looked horrific. The dark runes formed an ocean that spread as far as the eye could see.
The only light coming from a timer with 21:10:34 hangs in the sky counting down
'Again' Kye thought, grinding his teeth in the process.
He was pissed, annoyed at how he was being thrown around, annoyed at how he has to go through so much pain with no end in sight
He was fading, his thoughts becoming hazy.
Then he passed out and like an announcement. The sea began to recede.
Revealing shelves and furniture in the process.
The scene warped turning from its once abyss like theme to a now abandoned medieval library
Kye, still convulsing on the cold hard floor though the cold did feel heavenly.
The pain disappeared but the mind still remembered.
His body gradually calmed though occasionally there would be a slight muscle twitch.
He awoke- sudden, quick.
He surveyed the area already used to the process.
Shelves extended far wide neverending- acting as walls to a fortress. The books held by them was even more terrifying-
Absurdly thick- having a 10cm in width with a 40cm in height. These were not short stories they were detailed bibliography and he knew it
He didn't know how it was just instinct like the places were talking to him guiding him.
It felt like home yet at the same time-
He felt like an outsider in enemy territory.
Runes decorated the place though this time they came in different colours and shades.
He noticed that each of the runes gave off a different feel, and each one made him feel.
He saw how the runes clinged to certain books
'Maybe each rune clings to the book that shows more affinity toward it' his mind pondered-
speculating different
'Or they cling to the use of delay that fits them'.
He quickly snapped himself back to reality, realising that his body was still sprawled on the floor.
He heaved himself upright, struggling due to the fatigue his muscles showed.
'Hmm usually I would be healed after going through this realms torture' he mused
Understanding that what Peterson said might be true.
Dusting himself off my deliberated whether to take one of the books.
He knew what it was, understanding that there was no trap nearby waiting but he couldn't get over this constant feeling of unease.
After some deliberating he reached out to take one-
Though before even getting close, a figure appeared from the shelf.
It looked like a fractured clock forced into a humanoid figure- its cracked hourglass torso, elongated jagged limps mixed in with a faceless fractured head with a faint glowing hourglass.
It smelled like rust mixed in with an earthy or dirt
The creature walked up to him- its footstep echoed like breaking glass
Kye froze, he knew what was meant to be done- it was either fight or flight.
however his body wasn't giving him either.
Settling for the third option death-
He felt disgusted, especially when he knew this was nothing but a foot soldier.
Though to him he felt like an elite.
Steeling himself he forces a punch though- clumsy lacking any sort of form or finesse
Thinking maybe that by how old it looked the rust might slow it down-
Which is dump because an experienced fighter will always be better than someone who's not
With ease the soldier sidestep then quickly releasing a fist right into Kye ribs.
Kye flew parallel to the ground following that he skidded on the ground.
Promptly he forced himself back up.
The soldier rushed towards him leaving no time to breath-
Barely standing to his feet, Key immediately had to tank an uppercut straight to the jaw.
The world started to spin he sight grew hazy
The smell of rust felt like torture
The constant sound of glass shattering announcing an attack rapidly turned unbearable.
Though at least he could brace before he got hit.
The hits grew in speed, raining down faster.
no retaliation just defending. The spots taking hits gradually turned purple.
He fell once again.
Laid there sprawled out, he tried moving but nothing happened.
The soldier came towards him this time slow- deliberate.
It was mocking him.
The closer it got the more he could feel it the arrogance radiating if this slave was insufferable.
It raised it arm planning to deliver the last strike
The timer above him dropped to 04:30
Then the figures began to stir from the book shelves.
'One… no. Not one. More'
(IMPORTANT NOTICE IN AUTHOR'S NOTE)