Inhale ......
Cyrus's chest extracted slowly...
.... Deep....
Exhale......
Cyrus's chest contracted slowly.....
He opened his mouth and let the air out...
Haaaaaa...
Where am I.... Cyrus thought
I feel no ground, senes no presence...
Gasp!!... he noticed
Inhale ... Exhale ..hmm there is no air but i can still breath....
So I am floating without air and i don't feel any magic at play...
While processing Cyrus suddenly felt a stinging sensation inside his head, it was faint but he noticed.
........
"Tch..."
.....
....A dull ache bloomed in his head—sharp enough to make him flinch.
"Ahhh..." he hissed, clenching his eyes shut.
The pain lingered, then pulsed again.
"What..sss.. is happening?" Cyrus muttered, the words dragging from his lips like they weighed too much..
He slowly opened his eyes. his long sleep made his vision hazy,... blurring everything..... He scrubbed his eyes...
Wh.a..t.... nothing....
Frowned he tried again. scrubbing his eyes, closing them and ...reopening them. But the result remain unchanged.
Then he uplift his hand and said.
I can.. see my hand ..... Confused he gave a recheck re-examining his surroundings but it remained .....unaltered.
While looking Cyrus suddenly felt a stinging sensation inside his head, it was sudden but he noticed.
...
Where ....am i ???..... Ahhh!!.... ..
For some reason Cyrus's head was on a uproar in all directions...
Ackk!!!!!.. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it to his forehead, the skin cold against his touch.
He scrubbed his eyes trying to open
them.. but it felt like they were already open.....
Strange he muttered....
Putting that aside He slowly turned and start examining his surroundings but found nothing ..
He tried to look but everywhere was the same
Confused... he uplifted his hand and noticed.
Huh!.....Why is my half-hand.... Is.. blending with ....
Before Cyrus can finish he suddenly felt a stinging sensation inside his head, it was weak but he noticed.
...
**"Who… am I?" he murmured, eyes half-open and hazy.
"Where a…m…...."— before the gradually dissolving ..... could complete his words they caught in his throat, severed mid-thought.
He tired again
Whe....r.... ....
Again in disbelief he uplifted his hand to feel his throat and check what is happening....or cause this.
The hand reached.. but there was nothing he can feel with....
He gasp!!... He moved his gaze towards the throat and
What.... Wha...
His voice stoped mid-way.....
Panicked, he clutched at his throat—only for his fingers to pass straight through.
There was no resistance. No flesh. Just emptiness.
His hand slipped clean out the other side, like grasping smoke.
His eyes widened.
He looked at his hand only to find it's colourlessness. It was blending with nothingness.
He tried to think for a way... A way to stop the unknown.....
Whatt??... is happening..... Midway they broke Shattered like a broken glass.
His thought
His ability to think to make judgement was lost...
Something about him—his presence, his shape—began to waver.
Edges blurred. Color drained.
He wasn't vanishing… not quite.
He was being unwritten.
And the sea of nothingness welcomed what remained.
Unknowingly..... It happened again...
"Skyscrapers with no end… but all hollow inside."
The unknown vision shuddered in is mind like cutting is consciousness and spliting his very self ....in half.
This interruption cause the vanishment of voice to waver and repeat it backwards...
Ahhhhhhh!!!! my memories......
He felt watched—not by monsters, but by readers."
Someone or something was witnessing him his very actions or reading him and his very ongoing tragedy...sensing... this he shouted..
You there.... help...me or tell me what the fuck....is going on.....
He pointed his finger at something or maybe someone or may be.....YoU....
Thinking that you... would possess the ability to disepher.. what's happend or happening to him... Then
" he saw a man standing between pages—ripping them apart to write his own."
This was not a vision in the "colourless he spotted a being with colours" he shouted.,.....
But no words escape or nothing escaped at all,he was losing...., losing everything with the no-knowning of anything....
.......
Then in the soundlesness ..... He heard a sound of something getting tored.
....
Just when the tored sound echoed in the soundlesness.. The sea of nothingness devoured him instantly..... Cutting his threads form everything and himself....
"He tried to think—but the thoughts refused to form.He tried to move—but the nerves stayed numb.He tried... but failure had already taken hold
Everything happened so sudden that nothing made any sense.
Then ..... A sound broke through
Not a voice. Not a cry. A tearing—like parchment, or reality itself, being split.
And through that unseen rip, something... spoke.
> "This tale trembles on the edge of erasure. And so,.... I bestow upon thee...its authorship—not out of mercy,
..... but by the weight of unseen threads that now bind thee to it.".....
The voice was warm, gentle—almost kind.
But none of it mattered.
It came, again and again, without question,
until even his will forgot how to resist.
In the end, it became a silent symphony,
etched into the rhythm of his fading thoughts.
"Inscribing itself upon the weave of his consciousness".
The words echoed into his soul, and the void welcomed him like an old friend. In that formless union, he vanished—only to awaken once more… in the world of flesh and consequence....
His scream never echoed. Only silence answered—until, like waking from a dream within a dream, gravity returned, and so did pain.
Cyrus opened his eyes .... His mind with no words...
Like nothing happened
he stayed motionless for a long....moment-
didn't think, ...thought,...Process or.. calculate anything.
He just let the process of "Inspiration and Expiration"do it's things.
The movement of ups and downs of his chest and touching the hard and cold rock made him assured that he is back inside the dungeon....
For a brief moment... nothing changed not his body's rhythm nor the blurryness in his vision.
Then the weight of his long sleep reclaimed him.....
Tch!..... Man it's getting more worse
Cyrus's predicted this.....
When you stay unconscious more than your body needs your chances of Brain Damage increase.
Cyrus knows this very... well because he used to stay aseelp for longer periods of time, after reading this in a old book. He tried experimenting this for one month straight and fucked up his brain and body.
The sensation of restlessness kicks in making him more tried and forcing him to sleep more.
But as he try to move his body, it didn't move....
Huh!? ..... Thinking this happen sometimes he tried again...but it did not budge.
He exserted more force in to his hand but this time instead his whole body started shaking violently..
....He tried to speak but his mouth disobeyed and remained still then His eyes started moving uncontrollably. The shaking just keep increasesing more and more.
Suddenly his eyes stopped and moved to center following the eyes his body stopped and remained motionless.
After seeing this Cyrus hurriedly tired to command his body and take control...
But Cyrus's mind unable to process the command remaind unresponsive...
Then a stinging sensation generating from the tail bone and traveling all the way up to the eyes hit him....
Like being struck on one side of the temple with such force that the blow didn't just land—it tore through, punching out the other side. His skull vibrated. One eye bulged. Then the other. Pressure built behind them like boiling iron, until one burst... and the world bled white.
Blood welled under the whites of his eyes, then burst outward like spidering veins. It wasn't pain he felt—just heat, pressure, and the awful sense that his vision itself was rotting inside out.
His iris drowned in red. Blood, not from tears—but from within. The eye itself cried memory.
The pain was so excruciating and so deep that he wanted to scream but his mouth wouldn't budge, wanted to run but the body disobeyed.Left with nothing else, Cyrus had no choice but to let the pain consume him.....
The more the blood leak the less his chances become of getting out alive.he began to losse his consciousness form the blood shortage.
Then suddenly his damaged right hand started to hurt..
It began to shake violently.
The healing mana cells with the additional potion were working well untill the stress from everything that was happening to his body and mind overwhelmed them and burst.
His right hand bursts sending his fingers flying.....
The blood was coming out like water gun shooting at full speed form the Holes.
Form this his body suddenly reacted and returned to normal.....
Fuckkkkkk....
Cyrus without wasting a breath tapped on the ring and summoned 10 bandage and one recovery scanner.
He quickly with precision stuffed the bandage inside every hole of his hand.
The pain was hell... but Cyrus was used to it.
Hurriedly he placed the scanner above his eye alinging it properly..
Initiate recovery—eye vessels, anterior trauma… all of it."
Cyrus whispered, watching the scanner buzz to life, patching him together one blink at a time.
"Beginning it now—!"
The scanner clicked sharply. Goggles snapped down over his eyes, locking in place with a metallic hiss.
From the top, a small microchip shot out, embedding itself just under his ear with a sting.
His vision blinked back—grainy at first, then stabilizing. Not real, but enough. He didn't care. He just needed to see.
Without wasting a moment he looked around.
The campfire has taken its last breath leaving nothing but abyssal colour behind. The soudlessness were intense but safe.
Checking everything is the same....
..Haaaaaa.... Cyrus let out long sigh of relief...
But breaking the peace He tapped on his ring and summoned 4 protine bar, 2 bowl worth rice, one energy drink and some regeneration meds..
Then he layed against the wall embracing his back to suddenly his back sended a string of pain.
It was Sharp,like stabbing pain—not from within, but from the outside.
As the aftershocks faded, Cyrus finally noticed it.
When his body was shaking uncontrollably, he hadn't realized what he was lying on.
The floor was littered with small debris and broken stone—leftovers from when he smashed the wall earlier.
They weren't large enough to bleed him out, but they were sharp enough to pierce through his clothes and dig into his back.
Pain... pain it is everywhere.. Cyrus said while softly laughing....
But atleast i made it alive from whatever it was...
He picked up the rice bowl and slowly ate it savouring every bite.
He ignored his back completely.... Like you wanna stabb me then go ahead...
After sowllowing the last portion of the food. He picked up the junk and tossed it over at unalive campfire.
After some passing moment Cyrus remained silent..... Then
Inhale.............
........
Exhale............
........
Haaaa.. so.. Cyrus stopped..... he was afraid of the unknown that might happen if he tried to dig too deep.....
Ha ha ha..... he let out a dry laugh.
Cyrus wasn't stupid or dumb he figured everything out right after waking....
Taking a deep breath.... he said.....
So ....stoping here then continued...
How was it.... My suffering, tragedy and hopelessness..... Does it ..hah... worth your fucking time...
He speaked to who???.... there was no one ..... Or to you....
Before he could finishing talking...
**The air thickened.
Suffocating.
Breathing turned to choking.
Screams — distant. Then closer. Too many to count.
Laughter. Whispers. Crying. All layered into one voice — or a thousand.
What!!?.....Cyrus shouted
Then it appeared.
A thing. No... a mistake.
Skin pulsed. Teeth spiraled.
Mouths everywhere — screaming, giggling, sobbing, whispering secrets that bled the ears.
Selene asked, "What... is that?"
No one answered.
Then — chaos.
Daiki's leg flew.
Shun's arm vanished.
Selene bled. Kaito's beam vanished.
A boy's head disappeared — no effort.
Blood mist. Screams.
Ren fell — throat gone.
His body devoured before it hit the ground.
A lullaby in a dead tongue.
A head tucked gently into a smiling mouth.
Seraphina broke.
The lullaby continued — soothing, horrific.
"Hush, my child…
Flesh will feed, dreams will bleed..."
Bodies dropped. Minds cracked.
One by one, they obeyed.
Hope left before they did.
Then — silence.
Only chewing remained.
Wet. Slow. Deliberate.
And the monster stood...
Alone in its feast.**
*The deaths slammed into Cyrus's mind—
Not like memory, but as if he were there—living it.
Their screams became his.
Their dread crawled under his skin.
Every mistake, every hopeless cry, every desperate swing of a blade that did nothing—
He felt it.
Terror. Collapse. The moment each one realized...
They wouldn't make it.
Then—
munch. munch. munch.
Wet. Cheerful. Inevitable.
Silence swallowed the cavern.
Not just sound—but will.
Like the world itself turned its face away.
Cyrus stood there—
Motionless.
Breathing, but not alive.
And then…
End chapter 34.