Lost and gained

"if you agree to this, rise your right hand," asha said, The souls, their excitement palpable, raised their hands in unison, a gesture of acquiescence to the bargain laid before them. The sight of their outstretched palms, a wave of desperate hope, created a cacophony of sound that reverberated throughout the depths of the underworld.

Asha, his gaze fixed on the spectacle before him, turned to Leach, his own curiosity piqued by the unexpected compliance of the souls. "Leach!" he called out, his voice piercing through the tumult.

Leach, jarred out of his own silent contemplation, turned to his young master, the weight of the situation finally settling upon him. " how many of them agreed",Asha asked with a face of indifference, "All of them, young master,"leach replied, his tone still awestruck at the sight of the souls' compliance.

The young master, a smile now playing on his lips, raised his hand in a swift gesture, and in an instant, the dark blue smoke that had coalesced into the cosmic scale dispersed, leaving nothing but its memory in its wake.

As if in response to the young master's gesture, the sky above them began to rain gold, the precious metal raining down upon the underworld in a shower of brilliant light.

The souls, caught up in the wonder of this sudden turn of events, looked on with wide eyes, their astonishment reflected in their faces. "Gold!" they shouted, their voices rising in unison to express their incredulity.

The souls, caught up in the rapture of their newfound prize, rushed forward to claim their share, their movements driven by a hunger that defied reason.

As their fingers brushed against the golden flakes, they felt a change ripple through their ethereal beings, a transformation that defied explanation. Something inside them shifted, memories fading, skills dissolving into the aether, as if they were never theirs to possess in the first place.

Asha, his mind awash with the influx of knowledge and memory, found himself overwhelmed, his consciousness a whirling tempest of information.

As the memories and skills continued to flood his consciousness, Asha felt the weight of the knowledge become almost unbearable, each new memory compounding upon the last, the sheer volume of information threatening to shatter the delicate balance of his mind.

His body, as if driven by instinct alone, began to move, muscles flexing and twisting in a dance of expertise that defied his own conscious thought.

As Asha closed his eyes, attempting to quell the disquiet in his mind, he found himself overwhelmed by a strange sensation, one that defied explanation.

It was as if his consciousness, once rooted firmly in the realm of the living, had been uprooted, drifting aimlessly through the currents of time and space. The voices, their murmurs an insistent buzz in the back of his mind, tugged at the edges of his sanity, their words a riddle he could not decipher.

In the depths of his mind, Asha could hear them, the voices, whispering their chaotic message to him, the meaning of their words obscured by the unfamiliarity of their language.

"AsHhHbA15N3aRDoNTttSLeEeEpNoO5LeEpAsHbACOME." The voices spoke, their intonation urgent, their message unclear.

As the voices faded, leaving Asha alone in the depths of his mind, as he opened his eyes, he found himself transported to a new realm, his eyes adjusting to the opulence of the space in which he now stood.

As Asha's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he took in the beauty and grandeur of the space before him. The room, a study in rich, dark colors, seemed almost alive, its surfaces exuding a power that defied explanation.

As Asha's gaze wandered, he noticed the bed, large and imposing, its presence almost commanding, its obsidian surfaces echoing the design of the walls. The furniture, too, seemed to exude an air of regality, each piece a testament to the craftsmanship of the unknown artisans who had created them.

As Asha took in the room, his senses heightened by the strangeness of his surroundings, he noticed the floor, its dark, smooth surface seeming to vibrate with an energy that radiated up through his feet.

As he stepped further into the room, his eyes were drawn to the ceiling, its golden hue reflecting the flickering torchlight that illuminated the space. Upon it was a design, intricate and almost alive, its shapes and patterns moving in time with the whispers of a phantom wind that seemed to emanate from within the room itself.

Asha, his mind reeling from the sudden shift in his surroundings, grappled with the strangeness of his current state. "Was I teleported?" he wondered, the question echoing through his thoughts like the lingering whispers of the voices that had once plagued him.

As Asha observed the changes in his surroundings, a sudden realization dawned upon him - the 24 hours of restrictions that had bound him to the underworld had passed, granting him the freedom to return to Earth.

" was I unconscious", he wondered with a sense of relief that accompanied this revelation was palpable, but it was soon interrupted by the calming presence of Leach, whose voice, deep and soothing, spoke words that seemed to carry the weight of centuries: "You have Awoke, young master"