The world of darkness surrounds his vision.
Hellish cries of agony from distant voices in the void. While he tries to free himself, only to find his mind prisoner inside his own body.
His eyes open to view the surrounding walls covered in flesh and pulsating meat. A crowd of strange existences with various broken forms... Instead of flesh, their bodies used magic elements and strange materials to create their bodies.
A musky, thick scent came to the man's senses, sweet with a tinge of metal and earth. It was blood, but the blood wasn't red but blue.
"My King, are you well?" asked a soft voice. The man tried to control his head to face the voice, but his cries and efforts only amplified his feeling of being trapped and unable to do anything but think and despair.
'Strange, the language isn't one I know... Hmmm? How do I know who I am?'
