Rotting carcass scent rushes in as he limbing towards the next mining vein.
He had no idea how he got here or who he was, but alas he regains his consciousness, someone or something had to use some sort of mind control magic on him.
๐๐ญ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ.
๐๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต'๐ด ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐?
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐?
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ?
He looks around to see unending hallways leading to what appears to be mining areas, unimaginable numbers of slaves working in horrible condition humans and demi-humans alike.
There are also large numbers of eight feet tall rotting abomination, and they seem to act as an overlord of this place, to the far right there is a hall guarded by two argent-winged agents of god, The [White Sceptor Angels], they seem to command high-level arcane magic, he assume so since they had used arcane crystal to store precious gemstones.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ
He thought
he has no idea who had enslaved him, and the only sensible logic is to get out of this pit of hell and seek vengeance will all that he can, but whoever put him in this place had is powerful enough to make those angels obey them and that will make things more complicated.
๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ.
๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ต, ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด
He thought to himself as he inspects how his own body to see white bony frameworks, furthermore, when he saw his own reflection in a puddle of water, his facial structure is that of the undead, with crimson pupil and he afraid that this appearance will cause others being fear. Still, then again we are in this pit of hell an undead talking to you should not be that surprising.
As he walks towards the next vein, his mental exhaustion finally kicked in, after millenniums of mental battle against the slave collar that has been gnawing at his every thought, chipping away his will and to fight back.
His mind began to shut down from the exhaustion and but he presses on, carrying the last of the bloody ores towards the pile.
After the last of the ores has been collected, the abomination yelled out.
"THE VEIN HAS BEEN EXHAUSTED, YOU MAY REST. THIS MERCY MUST BE ANSWER WITH MORE WORK TOMORROW FOR THE.."
All of the slaves replied
"God-King who stand above us all."
"GOOD, GO REST UP AND WORK FOR THE GOD KING"
The moment he was excused from the work he collapses, seeing demi-humans approaching him.
T๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ.
that was the last of thought before his vision went dark.