An hour had past after Yhael was transported to the realm of Doom, currently he was standing at the Boiling Mountains where he planned what to do next not minding the harsh temperatures.
The realm of doom, where twilight perpetually lingers and lost souls calling throughout the dark dead woods and mist-shrouded valleys.
Mountains jagged and ominous, which pierce the sky like the broken teeth of some slumbering titan.
The air heavy with the scent of decay and the promise of unspoken horrors that lurk beyond sight. The realm's landscape a canvas of desolation; sprawling plains are choking with thorns that claw at the sky like skeletal fingers.
Rivers dark as ink, and cold as the abyss, wind there way through the land, their currents whispering secrets of the damned to those who dare listen. Ancient ruins in the thorn plains, some half-submerged in the shifting sands of time, stand as silent sentinels to forgotten kingdoms and the folly of hubris.
And the sky above the realm a tapestry of perpetual storm; lightning crackles across a bruised canvas of swirling clouds, casting eerie shadows upon the accursed land below. Thunder reverberates through the valleys, a relentless drumbeat that echoes the sorrow of a thousand souls trapped in eternal torment.
The realm of doom truly lived to its name as such many horrific monsters live in the accursed world some intelligent, while some are not so intelligent and only care to eat.
Even in such a cruel realm, there are those who are trapped here who failed the trial and now live in various locations in the realm making a home to those get trapped or become the food that stuffs the stomachs of some of these people.
Around Yhael were boiling rocks even the ground beneath was somewhat hot to touch and the air was hard to breathe in due to to burning temperatures. Yhael quickly ran down the mountains into a dead forest which had hold the most feral and vicious beasts such as Dread Mane Wolves, Undead Skeletons, Wood Serpents, and Rock Crabs.
He stood alone in the forest, the fog blocking his field of view from being able to see incoming monsters or other trainees. Sounds of howling from dread mane wolves echoed throughout the forest combined with the screeching death moths.
Feeling something was coming Yhael took out the longsword from its scabbard and closed his eyes waiting for something or someone.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sounds of footsteps running fast echoed nearby with the faint sounds of snarling and growling accompanying them.
Finally a pack of dread mane wolves came out of the woods as they circled around Yhael with a hunger in their eyes including the drool dripping from their jaws.
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Their fur color dark as ink and their claws sharp as steel swords allowing them to cut through skin like paper amd their eyes were a dark hue of yellow with hints of red on them.
All at once they jumped at Yhael who stood their motionless until finally spinning the longsword around in a circular motion slicing all the dread mane wolves in half.
But that wasn't the end no it was just the beginning as more and more dread mane wolves appeared having smelled the scent of blood and with hunger in their eyes they lent out a vile and guttural howl.
With survival on his mind Yhael decided to run away from the pack of dread mane wolves knowing he couldn't handle all of them. Jumping from the weak and brittle branches of the dead trees each branch fell hitting some of the dread mane wolves that chased after him.
The dread mane wolves didn't stop but only hungrier, angrier, and especially faster as they chased after Yhael. Like hungry hyenas, three dread mane wolves came out from the pack as they rushed towards Yhael.
Seeing this Yhael lent ount a grunt of annoyance as he grabbed three rocks and threw them up causing the three wolves to look up confused.
Whoosh!
The fast movement of moving his longsword sidewards sliced through the heads of the three dread mane wolves in a quick and clean manner.
Seeing the pack not stopping he quickly ran but not without carrying three dread mane wolves over his shoulders causing his speed to dwindle.
They were heavy as bags filled with rocks making Yhael exert more force as he ran. Yhael looked around for a way out but knowing he would be tired before he even escapes he threw the corpses at the pack of dread mane wolves giving Yhael more time to escape.
Having entered a cave the pack of dread mane wolves quickly lost sight of him allowing Yhael to breathe and wipe the sweat of his face.
Knowing he had the scent of blood on him, he knew it wouldn't be a minute before the pack found him so he immediately removed his clothing and burnt it except for his pants that he still wore and using the burning scent of the campfire covered his pants in the scent of charcoal.
He quickly ran out back to the forest trying to find his way out and one of the few living places in the realm. Until he suddenly fell to his knees and spit out blood causing him to slowly pass out.
Not before seeing a hooded male figure walk up to him. After 4 hours Yhael finally woke up to see himself at one of the camps of the trainees that didn't escape the realm with the hooded male figure sat beside him on a bench.
"Where am I?" he asked the figure who was sharpening a silver dagger.
The hooded figure moved down the hood revealing his face to him. The man had long crimson hair that was tied into a man bun with a face that can only be described as handsome too handsome with a scar on his lip.
"It's Leonard, saved you from dying from the toxic air in that dead forest." His tone of voice was stern but calm and his voice was somewhat deep but still high pitched.
Confused, Yhael sighed before asking again.
"What toxic air?"
Leonard simply side eye him before continuing to sharpen the silver dagger and replied with the same tone from before.
"In the realm of doom there are 6 dead forests, two of them are connected and have a toxic air because they came from the corpse of Xnarlakos the Swamp Lord,"
Xnarlakos the name was familiar to Yhael but he couldn't remember where he heard such name before even the title of Swamp Lord was familiar.
Leonard who sat there still sharpening the silver dagger stood up and placed the silver dagger in his belt's pocket sheath. Before leaving the tent where Yhael was he looked at Yhael and spoke.
"Careful when you walk around the realm of doom, you're lucky I found you if it was anybody else you would've been killed or eaten or your things could be stolen. Remember this rule: Trust no one not even me not even yourself,"
He then went out the tent leaving Yhael there alone with his thoughts and confused.
"Who the hell was that?" He thought trying to figure out who Leonard was just from his looks and name but couldn't conclude at anything.
After wearing back his clothes and putting the longsword back in its scabbard he placed it on his back and went out from his tent.
Trainees all around there talking to each other, bartering, sparring any of the sort. Yhael walked towards the entrance to a large two story building which was at the center of the circular walled camp.
He was immediately met with a lot of trainees planning, and negotiating all of sudden being interrupted by tunes floating towards him.
Please add your name trainee#5820
Seeing the runes he grabbed one of them and started writing on them which caused the runes to reveal this.
Name: Yhael Landau
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Mana Core: None
Weapon: Longsword
Sword Style: Pure Sword Style, Blood Blossom Sword Style
Sword Mastery: King in Pure Sword Style, Master in Blood Blossom Sword Style
Relics: None
Traits: (Abyssal Blood)