Chapter 3 : HELL NAAH !!

My body is heavy as I begin to wake up with a ball clenching headache, the ground under me is hard with some kind of branch poking my side, the stench too is an otherworldly rancid smell like an outhouse mixed with rotten meat.

Slowly opening my eyes I try to put my hand down do get me up without having my head killing me from pain, but life a bitch my hand pushing me from the ground make a wet shoes sound as a gelatinous cold soft texture come from under my hand, finally open I move my head to see what I touch to be met with a deformed head looking at me and my hand who is literally in his tummy with puss and rotten meat englobing my hand. My heart beats really fast and the next second I'm throwing up on the corpse, I keep my hand the farthest from me because of the stench then as I get up I hear sneakers from close by.

"Hanya hanyanya haheehee ! Oh ? Hiiii meatbag and welcome ! Welcome to my Tower… My tower… MY TOWER ! MEAT BAG MY TOWER !! PETRAAAAAA !!"

Turning my head toward the voice, my poor poor eyes meet the face of something, some… kind of bread between a black chicken, a stick insect and a corpse, truly nauseating and strange enough to make me for some instant forget my hand dripping in a dead human… or maybe not corpse. *Where the hell am I… A corpse ,a cage and a talking monster… She said Petra who the fuck is that thing the the things that caged that freak…* I'm inside a cage where I was laying next to a corpse on some hay. There is a monster having a breakdown in a cage screaming my tower this my tower that Petra you wench this bitch that… That doesn't smell good figuratively and literally. I try even knowing that it's crazy to talk to the thing. 

"Humm hey hi… Sorry to bother mam but hum… where are we both and why are we jailed too" Stopping her feat the thing answer " I ! Am Melka meat… I am a child of Dibella !" Making grand movements and others thinking she's good looking "And we are in MY TOWER ! But it was taken from me with my freedom because of this ugly feathered PETRA !" And she goes again cursing living and dead again. *Petra , Melka ? It tells me something… but I forgot… For now I need to search for a way out* Looking around the jailroom I find nothing but hay some used bucket and a closed metal door. *Sigh… That is really fucking EMPTY… For God sake… How long have I arrived in this god forsaken place…* Beginning to have a mental breakdown of my own I stop myself.

*Status… System… Akashic record ? Fuck… Dun RACK YOUR BRAIN ! What can you do ?!... … Magic ? Yes magic thing think !* 

Thinking for some time I try some spells I know could be useful, concentrating on the door I unclench my hand and mind shout. *CHOKING GRASP !* on the door it rattle but dont move more.

"Meat bag don't you think I already tried some things huh ? Pathetic…" "Shut up you ugly hag don't you have an unlock spell or something ?!" 

"I AM FABULOUS ! YOU UGLY FEATHERLESS WORM ! The cage is embedded with magic, you can't temper with it or use magic on it." *Fuck! Wait…* "Hey you nonconsumable chicken, try my door !" I shout at her "Hum ? I'll try" Not a second after my door opens.

"OPEN MINE AND THEN WE WILL KILL PEETRAAAA !!" "We ?! I got nothing to do with all that I just want to get out."

"Useless worms, let me out I'll do it myself…"

*Should I ? She can kill me anytime and it's not like I can kill her or anything.*

Without time to really think she cast a spell "Putrid Zombi" The corpse who was inside my jail got up puss falling down and making sizzling sounds on the ground.

"Do it or die trying to escape. Liberate me and I let you go… Alive"

Shitting my pants I go towards the lever to free her. Getting out she cackles, looks at me and with a wave of her hand doors open up all the way the exit is, without waiting for nothing I run

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As I sprint through the dark corridors of the mysterious tower, I can hear Melka's maniacal laughter echoing behind me. The stench of decay and her taunting words linger in the air, making my escape all the more urgent. The tower seems to twist and turn in unnatural ways, adding to the disorienting experience.

As I reach a junction, I come to a sudden halt. In front of me is a room filled with strange symbols, arcane markings covering the walls. I can sense and see runes blocking the way forward. Looking back, I see Melka advancing toward the opposite door with a disturbingly ungraceful gait, the zombified corpse following her.

Panicking, I try to recall any spells that might help me break through the barrier. Fireball, Lightning Bolt, Teleportation I DON'T KNOW THEM !... Nothing seems suitable for this situation. In a desperate attempt, I focus on my most powerful destruction spell even if I don't control it well. "ELEMENTAL FLARE !!!" Frost crawls on my arms, sparks dance around them and fire burns my exposed skin. The open door wall explodes in a fiery illumination with fros lighting and fire creeping the door zone earring wail and screams from there, still sprinting I jump through roll and fall face to face with people clothed in animal skin brandishing bone swords and all that. And some of them are dead around me from the explosion. *I'm fucked… Am I?*

The Forsworn, clad in furs and wielding bone swords, surround me in the aftermath of the fiery explosion. Some of them lay dead, victims of the elemental flare unleashed in my escape. The tribal warriors eye me with a mix of fear and aggression, their leader stepping forward, his bone sword raised.

In a quick and desperate decision, I focus on the residual magic still coursing through my veins. I extend my hands, and arcs of lightning crackle between my fingertips. "SPARK!" I shout, sending a surge of electrical energy in an arc, creating a brief zap that stun several Forsworn off their feet. It buys me a moment to assess the situation "OAKFLESH!".

As the Forsworn recover, I spot one with a particularly ornate headdress—the apparent wounded heart filled with a legume or something. He charges at me with a roar, his bone sword raised high. I reach for the hilt of a fallen Forsworn's sword, feeling it's damp leather in my grip.

The leader swings his sword down with brutal force, but I manage to parry the blow with the stolen weapon. The clash of bone against bone echoes through the forest. With a quick counter, I create an opening, delivering a well-aimed kick to the Briarheart's chest, sending him staggering backward.

The other Forsworn, recovering from the shockwave, closed in on me. I weave between their attacks, casting Candlelight in their face, dodging and parrying with the stolen sword. I feel the rush of adrenaline and the burn of fatigue as I fight for my life in this otherworldly battleground.

Remembering the elemental power at my disposal, I decide to change tactics. My hands clenched on the hilt. I channel the energy into the blade, causing it to ignite with flames. "FLAME!" I declare, slashing through the air. The fiery blade cooks my hands and leaves a trail of searing heat, forcing the Forsworn to retreat momentarily.

But the leader, undeterred, charges again with newfound fury. "ARMOR!" I couldn't dodge this time but I cast a helmet before my head got split by his sword. I combine my magical abilities with swordplay again, burning my hand still. I unleash a torrent of flames towards him, creating a faint wall of fire. momentarily blinded by the inferno, the leader stumbles, giving me the opportunity to deliver a decisive strike.

With my most powerful thrust I could muster , I bring the flaming sword down on the Briarheart 'heart', and he crumples to the ground, dead chest burning. The remaining Forsworn, witnessing the display of the Briarheast death, hesitate for a moment. It's the opening I need to break through their ranks and flee with my depleted stamina.

Leaving the bewildered Forsworn behind, I sprint deeper into the Forest, the echoes of their shouts and the crackling flames fading behind me. After I didn't know how many times longer I fled, I luckily arrived in front of a hamot I heard kids scream just before my eyes closed and lost consciousness.