Chapter 1: Where am I?
Darkness.
It swallowed
the whole space.
The only
exception was a thin streak of light falling from somewhere far above, perhaps,
from a ceiling too high to be seen. The stream of light hit the dry soil of the
floor.
Beside that
spot lay a boy, barely ten years old. Scrapes on his body could be seen through
the shredded rags he wore, as though he had been dragged across jagged stone.
He stayed perfectly still, but his chest moved in a faint, steady rhythm.
“Hahh!”
My eyes flew
open, though they saw nothing but the blur of some light. My back arched off
the cold ground as my lungs suddenly demanded air.
“Ghk…haah…haah…”
I choked on the
dry dust on the cave floor. Each breath felt like a heavy weight was being
forced into my chest. Just as the pressure in my lungs began to fade, my head
started to spin. Unable to bear the pain coming from all over my body, tears
trickled down my face; I couldn’t hold them back, not anymore. A scream tore
its way out of my throat.
My vision began
to blur again, and here it came again.
The pitch
blackness.
I didn’t know
if it had been minutes or hours. I just woke to the feeling of cold stone
beneath me. The sharp pain from before had mostly faded.
What happened
to me? Where am I?
My memory was a
blur.
I remembered
being back in Shangsi town, begging on the dirty street corner. An old man came
over and offered me silver. He asked if I wanted to make more money. I followed
him, but after that… I couldn't remember a thing.
“Aghh…”
The more I
tried to recall what had happened, the more my head throbbed. I gave up trying
to think and forced myself to stand. My body staggered as I found my balance.
The floor was
dry. I could feel nothing but cold soil and stone beneath my feet. Because I
was blind in the dark, I couldn’t even tell if I was alone.
I held my
breath, trying to listen. All I could hear was my own heartbeat, a fast, heavy
thud against my ribs. Even though the cave was cool, I was drenched in sweat.
My breathing was rapid and shallow. My eyes felt raw and dry from crying, and
my throat was as parched as firewood. Every time a groan slipped out, I could taste
the metallic tang of blood on my tongue.
But,
I can’t die
here. Absolutely not!
That thought alone
kept me standing even though my legs felt numb and heavy.
I forced my
mind away from the deep shadows. It felt like the darkness was just waiting for
me to give up. With nothing but fear, I moved forward. Groaning with every
step, I staggered through the dark until my hands hit something solid.
Is this…a
wall?
I kept my hands
against the rough stone and began to shuffle along the edge, feeling my way
through the gloom.
T-that’s…
After what felt
like an eternity, I saw something: a faint glimmer of light far ahead. The mere
sight of it acted like a sudden spark. My legs, though still numb, found a
surge of energy, and I stumbled toward the glow with desperate speed. As I drew
closer, I realized this light was different from the pale streak I’d seen
earlier.
It wasn’t
steady or cold.
Instead, it
flickered and danced against the stone, casting long, wavering shadows. This
had to be the warm, orange light of a torch or a lantern!
That meant…there
had to be people!
The thought
filled me with overwhelming joy.
I wasn’t
alone. I wasn’t going to be left to rot in this silence.
When I finally
reached the source of light, I found the path I’d been following was, in fact,
a dead end. A solid wall of rock blocked my way. However, near the floor, a narrow
crevice split the stone. That was where the orange glow was bleeding through.
The gap was
tight, but it looked just wide enough for someone my size to squeeze through. I
dropped my belly, ignoring the sharp rocks scratching my chest, and began to
crawl. I pushed and dragged my body until I finally tumbled out onto the other
side. I stood up, shaking the dust from my ragged clothes, and froze.
“What…!”
My breath
caught in my throat, and I could only stare in shock.
Right in front of
me was a huge crater, large enough for a town to fit in. But it wasn't just the
size that stopped my breath. In the center of the pit, buildings were stacked
like heavy stone steps, climbing toward the distant ceiling. Massive pillars,
thicker than the oldest trees, stood like giants to hold back the weight of the
earth above. Thousands of torches flickered along the walls and walkways, their
orange glow catching the slanted, tiled roofs. It was a masterpiece of balance
and stone, hidden away from the rest of the world.
The young boy
who had crawled and squeezed through the narrow crack looked at the sight
before him, his mouth agape. It was no wonder he was stunned! Who would even
think of building such a massive structure, an entire fortress, in an
underground cavern?
However, my trance
was soon broken by a sharp, cold voice.
“Oi, why are
you late?”
I jumped, my
heart nearly leaping out of my chest. The awe I felt just a second ago
vanished, replaced by a cold spike of fear. I turned my head toward the sound.
My eyes strained to see who was standing there in the shadows.
A man in black
robes, covered except for his eyes, stepped out. He moved like a ghost, without
a sound. Before I could even blink, his hand clamped onto my shoulder. His grip
was so tight I thought the bone was going to snap.
My body
shuddered. A cold, involuntary shiver raced down my spine.
Was he here
to kill me?
“I…I…”
My voice failed
me. I wanted to say I’d been lost in the darkness all this long, but the words
wouldn’t come out.
“Hmph. Elder
Blood-Scythe seems to have brought this brat in last. Bring him to the others.
Quick!”
The man barked,
looking over his shoulder.
I noticed several
other figures, dressed in the same black attire, in the gloom. One of them
stepped forward, hoisted me into the air like I was a sack of grain, and took
off toward a set of massive stone stairs that descended into the depths of the
pit.
“What was the elder
thinking, bringing such a frail child here?” One voice muttered as we moved.
“Look at him,
He looks like a street beggar,” another whispered.
“If he survives
even a month in this place, it’ll be a miracle.”
“Our Cult
has no room for the weak. If he’s weak, death will find him soon enough.”
They didn’t bother
to lower their voices, In the silence of the cavern, their words rang out like
hammer blows. My heart leaped into my throat.
Even surviving
is a miracle? What kind of place was this? And they mentioned a ‘Cult’…
Even as a child
wandering the streets, I had heard the same word whispered in terror. It was
only used to describe one thing.
“Am I…in the
Demonic Cult?”
My thoughts slipped
out of my mouth before I could stop.
The man
carrying me let out a low chuckle. He didn’t answer. Instead, he put on a burst
of speed.
The ground
became a grey blur as we descended dozens of meters in mere seconds. Even in my
terror, I was astounded. I had heard stories of martial masters who could cross
rivers in a single stride, but I never expected to meet one like this. Within a
minute, we arrived at a massive building sitting beside a wide courtyard.
That building, ‘The
Iron Ward’, was a beast made of dark wood and cold rock. Its entrance was
framed by thick, ironwood pillars that looked like they’d been blackened by
fire. Above the door, a heavy stone slab was carved with sharp, aggressive
characters that seemed to bleed into the rock. The air around the hall smelled
of bitter medicinal herbs and old dust.
The man pushed
the doors open.
They were thick
and ancient, letting out a long, heavy creak that echoed through the space, yet
not a single speck of dust arose. The place was perfectly clean. Inside, rows
of lanterns hung from the ceiling, their yellow light revealing a massive open
floor.
As we stepped inside,
my body flinched. Dozens of eyes turned toward me at once.
“Everyone,
listen!” the man’s voice boomed, shaking the very air in my lungs.
He set me down
on the cold floor.
“This young man
will be your comrade from now on.”
Then, he looked
at me with those hidden, icy eyes.
“Behave well!”
With that, he stepped
back and pulled the heavy doors shut.
THUD.
The click of
the lock felt like a final sentence. The man’s words and that last cold stare
had left something heavy in my mind, but I was still too frozen to move. I
stayed rooted to the spot among a crowd of strangers, my clothes clinging to me
with cold sweat.
Looking at the
heavy stone roof, I wondered if I had seen the sun for the last time.
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