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.

𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐?

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮 𝘐?

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

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.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥

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.

𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴

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.

T𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯.

that was the last of thought before his vision went dark.