Where…am I?

The sound of clanging metal rings in my ears. The darkness obscures my vision. Where are my arms? Where are my legs?

“Hmm. This one needs more work.”

I can hear voices among the clanging steel. Faint and distant, but there.

“…you sure this soul…” I hear a masculine voice. Gruff, yet gentle.

“She is……certain that she would make…” I hear a feminine voice. Calm, caring, yet sad.

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“…met a…end” I hear another masculine voice. Dour and reserved.

“…la would’ve loved…” I hear a different feminine voice says.

I fear what the clanging metal means. It is the only think I could think of. What’s going on? I struggle to remember what happened before I found myself here. I suddenly feel an rush of water pouring over me.

“Eresh……she’s read.” The first masculine voice says.

“Perfect,” the first feminine voice says. “…a fine du…”

The voices fade in and out, barely audible over the clanging and the water flooding me. What are they talking about?

“…had recently perished,” the other masculine voice says. “…expected for all Messengers.”

“…Dungeon.” I hear from the other feminine voice. Messengers? What are those? Is this place a dungeon? Uggh, my head.

The pitch black that dominates my sight is soon replaced by a white void. I struggle to stay awake. But am…I even awake? Is this…a dream? Can I wake…up now? My thoughts are getting…muddy. What is…