Nothing is more painful than admitting that your skills were mediocre, fighting five Death Knights and winning over them seemed to have created a certain degree of arrogance, Ramiel made inappropriate excuses to justify his action, after stepping foot into the artificial area, his attitude and personality was somewhat off,
he would act like he was contemplating emotions that don't belong to a battleground, even drinking clean water was making him drift into a whimsical journey of satisfaction and happiness,
it was a weird feeling, he question his action after killing many Hamadryas baboons, even questioning that his actions were despicable,
and even saying those words like
" savoring the taste of purity. and revel in the simple joy of finding clean water,"
"where did that come from?"
" I know for a fact I am calculating and meticulous but as a fighter, I never acted this way,"
"Something is very wrong, I lasted for three days without taking a break and felt easy,"
"and even after seeing an unchartered area, I just waltz in without thinking, even if I understood and have all of the necessary information about my enemy, I still went in nevertheless,"
"Was I too complacent and arrogant with my actions?"
he didn't even take a moment to see what he was doing in the first place as if something or somebody was making him feel and think that way, even the part where he was able to manage his power to a certain extent was awfully easy and unrealistic,
until he realize something he never once got hurt or felt pain and remembered that there was a creature that can manipulate and control one's perception while feeding off a lucid dreaming world
"oh crap this is not real!"
"While I was meditating something attack me now I am stuck in this dream-like scenario, the only way to test this theory is to break its hold over my mind."
Ramiel remove the clothing he took from those dead warriors and grab his broken battle mace and stood in front of the sixth Death Knight and just attack it with all of his might, the Death knight reacted and his test finally paid off as he drop his broken weapon and accept death head-on,
when he opened his eyes a parasitic wormlike creature was twitching on the huge tree branch he was meditating on and just crawl away from him, Ramiel felt a needle in his nape was remove,
"dang! So it was this dang thing!"
"you made me dream those stuff as if it was real!?
"how many hours did I lose?"
seeing that the sky was still bright was not a sure way of assessing time inside the Forsaken forest, especially in this particular area, Ramiel never felt cheated and lied to, he was mad and furious, there were no Death Knight nor Hamadryas baboons,
what made him even madder was the fact he never gain any special ability it was all a made-up dream, with this he could not help it as he scream in frustration and thus really attracting enemies toward his location, even the Gehanna pack heard his voice but they have no interest in interfering with his own problem
numerous variations of monsters came to his location Manticore
Salamanders, Red cap, Basilisk, Gargouille, Kobold, Fomorian flame Spider and even earth trolls, a battle royal was about to start and Ramiel was right at its very centre,
Ramiel stood in awe as the various monsters approached him. The Manticore's sharp tail glinted in the sunlight, while the Salamanders' fiery breath illuminated their path. The Red Cap's blood-red hat contrasted sharply with its green skin, and the Basilisk's deadly gaze sent shivers down his spine. The Gargouille's stone wings beat heavily, and the Kobold's beady eyes glinted with mischief.
The Fomorian flame spider towering over them all, its massive frame casting a shadow over all the monsters converging around him As if that wasn't enough, the Flame Spider's fiery legs clicked menacingly as it approached, and the earth trolls' massive fists pounded against their chests. Ramiel knew he was in for a fight, but he was ready. He drew his weapon and prepared to defend himself against these terrifying creatures. The battle began with a roar as each monster charged forward, determined to take down their opponent.
Ramiel was so mad that he just dropped from the huge towering tree branch and joined the chaotic battle.
As the monsters charged forward with a deafening roar, Ramiel remained calm and focused. He parried their attacks with ease. Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the trees above him and looked up just in time to see a huge figure drop from a towering branch.
It was one of the largest monsters he had ever seen, and it seemed intent on taking him down, He swung his battle mace in a movement that was forged in countless mind simulations and actual fights but not in scale, size, or amount, he just wanted to utilize his gift in creating a suitable attacking power from what the fake dream gave him.
Channeling even a small amount of magical energy was painful; it was like being stabbed by a thousand needles, as his muscles would break out in spasms but this pain was tolerable because he knew this fight was real, the slashes, punches and strikes he got from attacking the monster was involuntarily evolving his body to adapt in the same manner a person faces death head-on.
the battle wage on Ramiel was breathing heavily and would swing and attack in an exhausted state but the sight was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The man was a force to be reckoned with, his battle frenzy taking over completely. It was as if he had become an animal, driven solely by instinct and the need to survive. His opponent didn't stand a chance against him, as he bit, broke, and gouged out their eyes with his bare fingers.
It was a gruesome display of violence that left many creatures watching in shock and horror. Yet there was also something admirable about the man's determination and ferocity. He refused to back down or give up, even when faced with overwhelming odds. It was a reminder that sometimes, in order to achieve our goals, we must tap into our primal instincts and fight with everything we have.
until he finally succumbs to his last remaining strength finally gave out, as he stood on top of the dead remains Ramiel in a berserk state gave out a powerful roar while the wounded Fomorian flame spider positioned its massive acid-dripping mouth on top of his head,
small different multi coloured orbs as big as a tennis ball manifested all around his body their number was significant and equally space with a distance of two feet away from his body, and just floated around his, but the moment a drip of corrosive acid fell toward Ramiel shoulders and burn his skin, his berserk state deactivated as his regain awareness and saw an amazing event.