Lyren looked at the whirlpool before him as he ran towards the doors. There was no way he was going to get sucked in there. He ran so fast and for a moment he was glad he was naked because he could feel his speed had definitely increased slightly. That was going to be his salvation.
He did not look back at the whirlpool and he grit his teeth as he felt like his speed was slowing down. This made him panic because it was obvious he was getting dragged back. But the door was already near enough so he just braced himself as he passed the pillars and reached the doors.
This had taken everything from him and he felt like he had been pulling the world behind him. His steps had slowed to a walk which had turned to strained steps forward.
He did not know what lay on the other side or inside the whirlpool and he was not willing to test the later. He could only trek forward but when even his back arched and his feet started leaving the ground, he still tried to move forward with his toes.
He was already at the door and his nose was already through to the other side. Why was it happening this way now? He once again shed dry tears as he felt his toes leave the ground and his first instinct was to grab onto something. Anything could do.
His hand desperately tried to hold something but he ended up clutching at the empty air. His other hand held his sword tightly as though it was his last line of defense but the vortex created behind him seemed to only get stronger as he felt he was getting dragged even faster. So fast that he could not even see the pillars.
Only his grip on the sword tightened as he was instantly sucked into the red vortex in the whirlpool. Well, this was the end. He might have triggered some sort of trap and he had ended up not even keeping any of his promise. He said his final condolences to the mistress as he submitted to his fate. He was just like the past failures and he had just failed after giving them hope that he was their best shot.
He wanted to fight back but he could only submit as he was fully sucked in and his final vision was the open doors he had been chasing all this time. Where was his justice?
His consciousness seemed to want to fade but he promised that he was going to live through the pain even as he died because that was the only way he was going to use to appease them when he met them on the other side.
His vision blurred and there was a sensation as though his body was being stretched from every cell. Every fiber. He gritted his teeth and it was like there was a wind that seemed to be blowing specifically on his lips as they distorted and forced open to reveal his teeth and red gums. His nose seemed to widen from the same wind.
His cheeks quivered involuntarily and his eyes were forced close because he felt like they were going to be popped out. He lost his proprioception and his mind became foggy.
This sensation was familiar to when he was transported and dressed in the gown but the problem was that before, it had happened almost instantly but this time, he was being forced to live through it and he could not help but wonder whether this was how death came about.
Lyren felt like his entire body was spinning but it suddenly came to a stop and for a moment everything was calm. As though he was being given time to get his proprioception back because something dangerous was about to happen. This thought came to him instantly and he could only force his body back to shape. There was a cool sensation in his face and it kept twitching on it own.
Just when he could barely feel his hands and he had opened his eyes only to see he was in semi dark surroundings, he was suddenly blinded. The light he saw was so bright that his eyes hurt so bad and he was forced to close them once again.
Even then, it still affected him through his closed eyelids. This was the effect of being in the dark for so long and he squinted his eyes just so that he could see whether he could perceive some details.
The lack of proprioception was going to haunt him because when he looked around even though barely, he could tell that he was falling yet his mind body had not caught up to it.
His eyes barely saw it and it drove him to panic. If he could not see or feel what was happening, then he was going to have no time to prepare for impact.
He opened his eyes fully forcefully subjecting them to the light even if they tried to resist it. For the first time, he felt some warmth on his skin and it was the sun rays.
The sun…
This caught him off guard as he realized that he had been sent out. No! he had been ejected. It was obvious now that he was falling and the problem was that his senses were still disoriented.
Who knew where he was going to fall? Lyren could feel a head ache coming along and he cursed every curse words in his vocabulary at the hall. Could it not have sent him directly on the ground? Where was he falling even?
His eyes cleared slowly and just barely, he could perceive the green surroundings he was approaching. He had been sent out to the same woods he had been starving in and the only difference was that he was being dropped from the sky. Why did I have to be this way? His mind went into panic mode and in his analysis, he could see several situations.
One he felt on the branches and somehow survived. Another one, he fell on the ground and he died and there was another one where he fell on a bush and survived. He was more content wit the last one but the next moment he spoke out in so much panic as he realized that he was still naked.
"I was content with the last option but if I land in a pricker bush while naked, I swear to haunt you with my future generation!"
Lyren spoke out loudly miraculously finding his voice. Something told him that this was very highly possible! His senses were coming back to him but there was still no controlling where he was going to fall. He saw the branches of a tree as though they were eagerly waiting for him to fall on them. Lyren shed dry tears as he braced for impact.
Lyren was stopped just for a moment as his naked body was assaulted by the branches and twigs. He could only pray that his man down there was going to remain safe by the end of it all.
His momentum slowed down but he still fell on a larger branch and he was glad there was not a crack. He could not move his hands yet and as he ended up rolling as he fell down on another branch on his belly barely assaulting his member.
He fell from branch to branch until he finally fell to the ground from the almost 70 meters tall tree. Had he not been cultivating his body, maybe he would have ended up with many broken bones and get feasted on by animals. But luckily, he had escaped with his manhood intact and several scratches on his skin.
He slowly regained his proprioception and he first confirmed that his member was alright before looking around so as to regain his bearings. It appeared his luck was not just not great. It was terrible. He looked around and all he could see were eyes looking at him. They were not beasts though.
One thing that stood out was their clothes as they all wore white robes. They were seated in groups of two or three at the base of a tree each holding a bone or tearing meat from it. He counted a total of ten individuals and six of them were girls. They all seemed frozen in time looking at him horrified.
Some were frozen tearing their meat and another one seemed to have a running nose. The guys were quick to recover though as they reached for their weapons, weary that he was an enemy.
The girls still seemed to focused on one central part and their faces just seemed to get redder. The guys were annoyed when they saw this reaction and they all stood up and drew their swords pointing them at him.
The ladies recovered slowly but their reaction was fast as they hid their embarrassment. Their dropped their meat and stood up drawing their swords. Their red faces changed to anger as they had their eyes tainted. They did not hesitate as they carried on the slogan 'attack first, questions later.'
Lyren barely registered what happened as ten swords pointed at him and they attacked simultaneously. He could feel his organs but he could not manipulate them easily yet. Why did it have to be like this?
"Urgh! What a drag…"