Coming to my senses and feeling that I was lying on something cold, I tried to open my eyes and faced the pain from the light that was causing me pain.
Trying not to make sudden movements due to the fact that I didn't understand where I was and slowly rising through my body, the pain began to disperse, opening my eyes slightly and looking down, I saw blood flowing from my hand, trying to open the storage room to use the pill and was faced with the fact that the storage was unavailable.
Not believing that the storage was inaccessible, I tried to use it again, but as before, I could not.
The light still hurt my eyes, and after giving them time to get used to it, I began to think about what to do with the wound.
Examining the wound, I saw that it was not deep. Taking a deep breath and coming to the conclusion that it was better not to disturb her, I began to carefully look around.
I came to my senses on the floor in a large corridor that was illuminated by magic lamps, and on the walls hung various drawings and paintings, some of which I recognized as Avels, and others of which were people and other races.
The corridor was long, but in the distance one could see a large massive door above which a strange symbol could be seen.
Looking back, a wall appeared in front of my gaze, was it my door through which I got here? Shaking my head, I only hoped that I wouldn't have to go out the same way.
The pain in the eyes from the light became less, unlike the hand, which was throbbing with pain. I could hear drops of blood falling on the floor, which was made of strange patterns and had both a metal and stone component.
They were all different, but each looked like figures of gods, continuing to walk along the corridor and looking at the paintings on one side and then on the other, I saw different images on them.
In one picture there were representatives of the races who were sitting at a round table and behind them stood the gods who were listening to the conversation.
It was clear from the faces of the representatives of the races that they were discussing something very important; all their faces were gloomy and their eyes were downcast.
The gods looked like observers who were not affected by the conversation. I hoped to see an inscription below about what was said in the picture, but there was none.
In another picture there was the same round table, but without the gods, where representatives of light elves and people shouted something to each other and tried to start a fight, but they were separated by others who were in the room. Were these paintings representations of what was before the exodus of the five races?
The story of those times was known in fits and starts and only what was approved by the council of magicians. In some of the paintings, huge troops were visible that were pulling from one side to the other, recognizable figures of all races were visible, and in front of the army one could see the chosen ones who were dressed in armor and their serious gaze was directed forward.
Who did the races oppose that required the chosen ones? Walking further, battles between armies appeared in front of me; one by one I recognized the one I saw in the next picture, but the other was unknown.
The army of unknowns was dressed in strange armor that looked like an extension of their body, the weapons that came from the armor had a strange pulsating rune that was aimed at the army of representatives of the races.
There were no obvious faces of the unknown army in the picture; in some parts of the picture one could see how the dark elf was finishing off a wounded member of the unknown army.
A little further, a wounded orc fought with a two-handed ax against two and in the end lost, he was beheaded, but his opponents also received their own wounds.
Continuing to peer into the picture, I found more and more places where representatives of both armies fought and died, but nowhere were the chosen ones. Is it possible that they did not fight in the battle?
Shaking my head, I moved to another picture in which there was the same battle, but my view had changed, now I saw what was happening behind the battle of the armies.
In the battle that took place in front of me, not only representatives of the races did not survive. The chosen ones, together with those whom they empowered, fought against the main forces of the enemy.
Various spells were visible that were used by both the chosen ones and the enemies, I had little knowledge about spells and I could not tell where the army of unknowns came from.
Was this army of a vanished race, or perhaps it was an army from that world where the five races had gone?
But then why did they take all their people and not just the warriors? Was that world free as the goddess Ges said and the reason for the gods leaving was that they were disappointed in the remaining races?
Moving on to another picture, I expected to see the continuation of the battle, but mountains of corpses of both one army and the other appeared before me.
The remnants of the army of army representatives were several times smaller than the one I had seen before.
Everywhere there were wounded or on the verge of death, some were burning corpses, but there were so many of them that the weakened warriors could not burn all the bodies with one spell.
In the distance, tents could be seen next to which stood the servants of the chosen ones; it was clear from their faces that not only representatives of the races, but also the chosen ones of the gods had fallen in the battle.
The next picture was in a famous room, at a round table, there were the chosen ones who looked like after the battle, they were no longer dressed in armor, but were holding cups in their hands.
Next to some there were empty seats and on the table there were cups filled with drink. There was no joy in the room, only fatigue.
Moving from painting to painting that depicted different moments of both the chosen ones and the races, I approached a massive door, an unknown symbol I saw in some paintings in which gods were present.
Whether it was a sign of the gods or something else, I didn't know, waiting for the heaviness of opening the door, resting my whole hand on one of the doors and my wounded hand resting on the other, I began to open them.
At first nothing happened, but gradually the doors began to open with a certain sound, inside the room into which the doors led, light could be seen through the doors that I opened.
Gradually, the doors began to open more and more, allowing me to squeeze inside. The first thing that caught my eye was the thrones, which were located on a hill and looked in my direction.
From them there were steps in my direction, next to which there were statues dressed in armor in their hands that held different banners on which different drawings were depicted.
Raising my head up, I saw where the light was coming into this room; it was a large magic lamp that was located high in the ceiling.
Looking around the room and not finding anything other than thrones on which most likely sat either gods with the chosen ones and statues with banners, there was nothing else in the room.
I remembered the words of the spirit of the forest that in the sanctuary of the gods I would find my sword style, but there was nothing but emptiness.
Or is it possible that I need to sit on the throne and then I will have the opportunity to feel my sword style? Sighing and starting to walk forward towards the thrones, I tried to understand which one was suitable for the darkness.
All the thrones were different both in appearance and color, one was surrounded by spears that looked at the ceiling and had metal handles but a wooden back and seats.
The other throne looked entirely made of iridescent metal which had the image of a crown at the top.
The third throne was the largest on which hung part of an animal skin and next to the handle lay an ax. I found it familiar until I remembered the picture where the chosen orc died.
- It's been a long time since any of the chosen ones have been here. - I heard a bubbling voice behind me.
Surprised by the unknown who was behind me, I quickly turned towards the voice. Turning and seeing the speaker standing in front of me was Avel, woven from magic, he was taller than me, he was wearing simple clothes, his wings folded behind his back were relaxed, his gaze examined me appraisingly, which made his beak slightly open.