Cold air touched every fabric of his being. He did not feel it before, but his cage was warm. The light that poured through was very bright now. It blinded him, but he did not look away. He had found his way out and he would not be stopped by mere cold and lights. He continued to break his way out. The more that he did, the more that he felt that his limbs returned, all of them intact.

  How gracious of the realm to give his limbs back he wondered. Maybe he regenerated it while he was here. Maybe it would also regenerate his sister’s eye. A poor memory of a time long ago. Ripping through, he felt his arm sticking out of his cage. Wiggling it around, he could feel the air swirl around. It was too soon of him to assume that he was in a void of nothing.

  Levering his arms around the hole, he slowly opened it. Getting into a position upright, he squeezed his head through it, his mandibles and antennas getting stuck along the way. More poking and squeezing ensued before he could finally fit his head through. Though he felt the cold before, he now smelled it, breathed it. It felt like he was alive. The light however, proved to be the victor as it blinded him still.

  If it was a darkening spell, he knew of one. Taught to him by a dear comrade and family member. She died long ago however. Though he called his Queen, his Sister, he had many siblings and sisters. In fact, most of his comrades were his sisters. There was only one Queen however. Recalling the lessons with his sister comrade, he pulls his mana together.

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  It felt weak, very weak. Still he pressed on, gathering whatever he had, until he could form the spell. Now all he needed was to recall the formation of the spell. A darkness attribute visibility area spell, “Dark Fog”. Pouring his mana into it, he casted the spell. He could feel the mana leave him but the light that blinded him dimmed just slightly before returning to normal. Despite his efforts, he was still very blinded.

  He came to the conclusion that he was getting used to the light after being in darkness for a millennium. As he got used to the light, he continued squeezing his body out of the cage. Limb by limb, piece by piece, he squeezed every insectoid body part of his out. Being unable to see or hear anything yet, he wiggled his antennas attentively to sense anything. He had freed himself, but was lost and blind so he resolved to lie on top of his cage, which felt round and very familiar.

  He touched the outside of it. The texture was sticky. Underneath the sticky feeling was a soft and flexible barrier of sorts. Undeniably it was an egg. He felt them before. Laid by his Queen and often cared for by his other sisters and comrades. He was in an egg. Strange. He did not understand it.

  Why would Purgatory put him in an egg? As he pondered on this, his vision got used to his surroundings. Though blurry, he could see the color mismatch between his egg and the floor beneath it. His egg was clearly white, like most eggs he had seen. The floor though, it was familiar, too familiar. It sent shivers throughout his body. He could only think that this isn’t Purgatory, but Hell.