There was no light in this place, pitch black and dark with nothing in sight, The Abyss. Cold Air permeated through the air, it made the surroundings chilly. On the ground were countless, sharp, pointed rocks that were able to pierce through flesh.
Lying on his back, Henrik was bleeding all over. He was on his last breath. He did not expect that he would get back stabbed by the people who he trusted the most.
His body all had bruises and cuts that were either from the rocks or the swords that pierced and slashed from the traitors who he disgusted the most.
He could feel his life was slowly going away. His breathing became rough and he cough out mouthful of dark blood.
Back on his home world, he was living a peaceful life. The Originator Race were a bunch of peace loving people who had the ability to assimilate anything that had flesh and vitality of energy from living beings whether it was insects, animals or humans. The originators pretty much had unique abilities that differ from each clansmen.
There was no war within their home world, everyone there was united. It had no enemies and it continued to stay at that way.
One day, He felt that he was suddenly dragged from where he was. A summoning circle appeared below his feet and sucked him inside the space.
He felt most of the journey was pain. The passage from his world to this was not a smooth one.
Upon arriving he was greeted by a bunch of weird looking dressed people who came near him and proclaimed joyous words that their hero had arrived from another world.
He was confused and did not know what was happening and how he got here. He was wary of the people in front of him. He had arrived on the Kingdom of Mindao. It was a kingdom were many races currently lived and were not really united. They had internal strife with each other and most were cunning and tried most of the time to stab each others back if they have the chance.
Henrik did not know what place and what were the people here.
The following months, he was introduced to a tall-beautiful girl with plump breasts and scarlet-red hair. She was Miranda.
The originators have the same appearance as of the human race counterparts. Naturally, he felt attracted to her. His instincts told him of his desires.
This weakness was used against him and he was baited into a trap by Miranda and the people behind her.
When he arrived he was wearing the Originators' pendant. It was an artifact that Originators used to draw upon natural energy from the surroundings to recover them.
The Originators due to having become peaceful and forgotten their heritage in their world has used the only known peaceful way of extracting energy in the environment.
Henrik, thought of his home world. There were many things that he still wanted to do. He missed his family and friends. His life was at an end. He could see no hope and how to overcome this situation.
He did know that this place was the Abyss and this place where people were thrown and never have been able to comeback.
Death was knocking on his door and the Abyss made it worse.
"ARGGHHHHHH!" He was nearing insanity and he was frustrated of his situation.
His voice wailed and echoed throughout the Abyss but it seemed that no one was able to hear him even with his voice was that loud.
When he screamed, it drained the most remaining energies that was left of him.
He did not fear what was lurking in the parts of the Abyss. He was nearing death. He was not scared to die. Only thing that was on his mind was how he could not escape this place and take vengeance unto those who have made him this mess.
"Miranda, you Bitch! I Swear that if I would survive this ordeal I would kill you!" He was roaring mad.
Veins bulged and his eyes became bloodshot.
He was swearing and cursing out loudly. He was not done, he wanted to live.
Blood was pouring out from all of his orifices. Added by his wounds that blood was gushing out, he tried to drink his own blood.
Originators were people who could assimilate life forms. He tried absorbing his own. He hoped that it would work.
Sadly, it was a failure. There was no known originator who could assimilate with his own self. Logically, it was impossible in the first place. He did not know the secret arts of his race. He could not help himself.
His blood inside his body were nearly gone, all of it. He was losing consciousness.
All of a sudden, he heard a dripping noise of liquid from the surrounding. It became a lot louder and it seemed it was raining inside the abyss.
Water flowed and it reached him on the spot. It felt relaxing and he was suddenly recovering slowly from his injuries. It was a miracle.
This water had healing properties.
It became his lifeline.
Hours later, He stood up from where he lied. The miracle rain had already stopped. His blood on the ground were washed out by the water. He did not know where the water have gone because no sunlight could pass through this place. He did not see or feel anymore water around him.
It was puzzling and a mystery.
The Abyss was full of secrets. What could this place have in stored for him?
He did not move away from the spot. He sat there and meditated trying to locate the abundant energy in the surroundings. He plan to follow where it was condensing the most. Maybe there was an exit on this place, he could not fly so he could only follow the trail where it would lead the energy was the most abundant.
Upon arriving where the energy was abundant the most. He heard a howl, it sounded that it was dying. This was a surprising discovery. He thought about it and tried to get close.