The sound of millions spawn millions of screams and shout filled Soul's aching head coursing him to wince in pain, he opened his eyes widely then raising his upper half from the floor
His heavily short breathes and gasp for air filled the silent skull and before he could even calm himself he felt a cold arm on his shoulder
He slowly turned to see the noblewoman with a sadistic smile and her red glowing eyes staring daggers at him,her bloodlust seemed to fill the air with the metallic smell of blood
Soul glancing over her shoulder in a desperate attempt to break eye connect is meet with a grotesque site some of the other slaves they brought were violently mutilated and the more unfortunate ones are beyond human recognition
Shivers came down his spine and a cold sweat fell from his side as he looks away from the horrific scene and sees the noblewoman sadistic smile widening further
A few hours later.On the scorching desert planes,a carriage pulled by a four legged reptile moves slowly towards the mountains
While pulling the remaining slaves forward there hands bounded together by a long glowing chain
The noblewoman, scholar and priest all sat within the carriage safe from the elements. The slaves on that other hand all struggled to even walk probably and had an almost melancholic aura too them there faces filled with dread and hopelessnes
Soul and two others walked at the very end. The slaves were more frightened then the raise, constantly looking over there shoulders watching the rear behind him
Soul on the other only stared forwards towards the horizon since the skeleton they were camped in was long since out of sight and once in a while he'll look up into the sky
From the events that had happened the day before,he had figured out that the ones on the carriage aren't humans but had an uncanny resemblance but with minor differences,their skin seemed too smooth too pale something he couldn't have seen with the dimly lit flame from the previous night
What was even more strange was the sky itself the more he looked at it,the waves of that inky black night moonless blending with the bright scorching sky of the desert sun
It all give him chills down his body as if a cold lifeless hand was holding his
As they moved closer two the mountains the more chilling and tension the atmosphere became,and an unsettling feeling creeped it's way into the group like nails piercing there skin they continued reaching a narrow path large enough only to barely allow the carriage to continue
The slaves began to mutter and whisper among themselves, Soul listening in but not engaging himself began wondering what was making everyone so frightened while the ones in the carriage remained indifferent to it all
The further up the mountain they went the colder it became and the more eerie,along the path there were bones layed across the ground and skills placed carefully on top of blood stained rocks
The carriage suddenly stopped coursing the slaves to slip and fall down,the two slaves behind Soul were unfortunate enough to hang in the edge and Soul himself was holding onto one of the blood stained rocks for dear life
The priest a twisted wide smile appearing on his face slowly walked towards the struggling slaves and then counted them
"What do we do now we can't afford for the entire group to be punished for the clumsiness of two people now"he whispered loudly enough for the slaves to hear his cold and detached voice
As soul looking down at the two slaves who beg and plead for help then at the cold sadistic smile Before hearing a loud snap and the pained screams of the two slaves then the loud thud of dropping bodies followed by a deafing silence
Soul having climbed back up marely looks at the now foggy bottom the slaves bodies nowhere to seen
The priest giving him an almost disgusted look merely spits on the ground then walks back toward the carriage
The now smaller group continues but the tension and unease only seemed to grow with the piercing cold of the mountains. As they reach a group of large trees, the priest conjuring a small fire gestures for the scholar to unchain the slaves from the carriage and bring them closer
The slaves seating in a small semi circle with only six of them remaining looked hopeless and aloof resigned to here fates, Soul trying his best to stay awake looked around from time to time, the nervous and fearful looks of the slaves contracted the unblinking eyes of their capturers
then Soul hearing the whispers of the slave to his right quickly shifted his focus two the thin elderly man who looked visibly uneasy and shaken with his one good eye open wide
"doomed...doomed....we all doomed" he whispered with a trembling voice while staring into the burning flames of the fire" they have sealed all of our faiths no one will survive."
"what makes you so sure!?"the younger slave asked seating on the other side of Soul asked , his eyes never leaving the Noblewoman who has been eyeing them with a predatory stare" Is it something to do with or...do you know something old man."
" this mountain....this forsaken place once took everything from me right eye and all and it all started with two man falling into a grey fog then..."the elder slave whispered his voice trembling and strained before returning a single word DOOMED. The other slaves convinced by the elder's actions began to think he has lost it in his old age but this didn't comfort them
"listen we aren't going to just eat here and wait for them tp take us to gods knows where, once the priest falls asleep we'll steal his book and use it to escape from here then bring it back to our camp." whispered the younger slave taking on the role of group leader. The other slaves all nodded in agreement then turned here graze to Soul who has zoned out ,the younger slave patting Soul shoulder gives him a stern and distrustful look
"them here is you young man" young slave growled " you were the first one they captured and you have been silent all this time are you working for the enemy."
Soul turning his head ever so slightly gives the young slave a disinterested sidelong glance, the younger slave not much older then Sol had a scarred face as if his seen many battles and the look of a hardened warrior, he was also a bit larger and better built then the others and this irritated Soul since he knows far to will this guy is only doing all this to gain the support of the others
"they found me in the desert "told the young slave " I don't remember anything before that" he continued with furrowed brows looking at the fire in thought
the other slaves seemingly a bit convinced softened slightly but still gave him doubtful stares but the younger Slave his suspicions only raising raises an eyebrow before letting go of Soul shoulder
'Will let me enlighten you, we humans are at war with those creatures, we after the great disaster that destroyed most our our population was destroyed, those of us who remain have been fighting tooth and nail against the vermin that now infect our once beautiful world, me and my man were ambushed by those disgusting things." the young slave said with anger and pride in his voice as his hateful eyes stared at the three across from them before catching his breath with a short sigh "and...if you turn out to be one of them, you'll regret your lies." he growled the threat evident in his words
With that he turned his attention back to the other slaves formatting a escape plan, Soul with a confused look and narrowed eyes merely whispers a small question to himself
"who are them and why did he call those three things"
then like a man possessed the old man violently grabbed Soul shoulders turning the younger man to face him, Soul grazing into the older man eyes sees the glow of insanity within them
"beings made from the corpses of the undying, bringers of death and calamity, punishment of s fallen god and a curse that will consume the world, unable to defer friend from foe we tear against each other and from our ruin monsters rinsed from the corpses and a sacrifice we most make in order to survive this path ." the old slave whispered to Soul who became more unsettled then the old slave got to his feet and looked up at the sky
"the eyes of those who not belong to this world see the sky as both night and day" with that he laughed loudly coursing the others to stare before scaring in pain then looking down at his bended hands then forcibly remains the nail in his hands and then stabs himself multiple times in the neck before falling to the ground and choking on his blood
Soul looking down at the old man, his mind racing with questions then he turns his head looking at the priest who seems enraged with the death of another slave but then his nose in disgust
Soul sniffing the air coughs in pain before covering his nose himself the smell of rotting corpses and blood filled the air as everything becomes still and the far loud deafening cries of what seemed to be an infant filled the night sky as the moon is clouded
The small group now shaking with fear of slaves circle around the three capturers who also form a smaller circle but with a loud thug and the dragging of a body along with fading screams, dreaded creeped into the group