Pretty stayed in that position for a few minutes, just breathing, then after a while she started to assess her situation.

She looked around and all she could see were heaps and piles of stuff she believed were waste materials that were supposed to be in a trash or a landmill. There were mostly rotten logs, leaves, discarded produce and other waste materials that she could not guess what from their deteriorated state. She could take a guess for some, especially the gooey liquid stuff pooling in some places, but she decided not to.

There were also insects and bugs flying and crawling all around the place like they were at some bug festival or something. There were so many blackflies, fruit flies and flying insects she could not identify buzzing around that it took her an effort to look around while waving her weak hands around her face. Some were now all over her body and she tried her best to wave them off but they still came back on her.

She gave up and let them. Since she could not help herself from those flying, she decided it was best for her to ignore those who were crawling below and around her.

She knew she was exaggerating but this was hell. She doubled and thought if she died and went to hell? She quickly diminished the thought.

She was conscious enough already to realize that she was very much alive and she was more likely to be in a garbage disposal area or maybe a landfill.

She also had an odd thought that if this was the hell, then they should not have fruits enough for them to rot around or even a broken wooden ladle that looked crooked and clearly hand carved. Like who would cook in hell?

It was justified as she looked up to the far side of the area she could see and there were walls made of earth in the extremities of the area. It was at least ten meters tall.

If hell was this small then how could they accommodate their residents? It was either she was in a landfill with walls made of soil, with big roots jutting out of it, or she was in an excavated land made to dispose of waste material.

The good thing was, just above her, there seemed to be a slope of garbage leading to the top of the pit. So it would not be hard for her to get out and assess where she was and if she could not help it looked for help.

She decided she had to climb it but only after she took a rest first. She was still tired and breathless for some reason.

While she was resting she assessed things that she could assess. Like her overall condition and state, as well as to inventory what she had.

She checked her body and it seemed to be very exhausted and aching all over. She had some wounds around her body, particularly in her arms and legs, but they were minor ones and seemed not to be serious. But with the environment she was in, she was sure they might have been infected already.

So the need to address her wounds, as well as her parched throat, would be the first thing she had to do. She had to apply first aid to lessen the risk of further infection and she needed to be hydrated. She was very thirsty and the temperature was warm. All the effort she would do in the next minutes would need her to be hydrated.

Good thing she had an extensive first-aid kit in her storage and also tons of water in it, enough for her to last a very very long time.

But before that, she needed to assess her renisas state. It would be foolish for her if all along she did not have any renisas left to manage. She needed to maintain a certain amount of it and only use the excess ones.

She closed her eyes and felt around her like she was looking for a lost part of her body. It did not take long for her to sense them.

They were around her body, placid and inert but they were there protecting her rentom like they always do.

As always, her renisas felt like an extension of her body, like another set of limbs, but made it thousands. She might not be aware of their existence all the time but she could feel them instantly if she ever willed it.

She could not estimate how much renisas she had but it was in generous quantity, enough for her to use many times.

She immediately tried to summon a bottle of water, fully expecting it would appear in her hand but nothing came up. She tried it again, this time extra focused on the image of a water bottle in her mind. By now, she should feel the feeling of her renisas being consumed and a bottle of water appearing in her hand, but nothing was happening.

She had been using her ability for nine years and she already mastered instant casting, to the point that she only had to think and her ability would work automatically. It was like an instinct to her by this point. But for the first time in a long time, her ability was not working instantly for her.

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Maybe a bottle of water was too big for her to summon. It could be that, so she changed her summon to her phone instead. It was also smart to prioritize her phone. If ever it was only the thing she could summon, she could use it to call for emergency service. But still, nothing happened. She chose a coin and even a needle next, but her ability was still not responding to her.

She did not panic and thought it was maybe because her body was weak. It happened sometimes, especially when someone was very injured and weak, it made casting an ability hard. Just like it was hard for someone to fight when they were dizzy. Rentom abilities were like part of one’s body too, so they were also subjected to one’s current state.

It was not a cause for worry. All she had to do was configure things out manually, just like when she was starting to use her ability when she was ten, and it would work out eventually.

It’s like when your other hand could not move then you just have to assist it with your other hand. In this case, she just have to push her renisas and ability one by one for them to work together.

And that’s what she did. She controlled a small amount of renisas around her and changed its state into a pliable state.

Nothing happened visibly, but she could feel the renisas felt more welcoming to her. This would make her renisas pliable to external use and anyone could now use it if they could. At the same time, it would also be more easy for her to use, especially as an energy source.

All she had to do now was supply this renisas to her ability by activating her ability. But before she could use it to fuel her ability she found a problem.

She could not feel her shole coming up.

The concept of renisas ability was hard to describe but in simpler terms, when she thought of an ability, like her ability to use invisibility, a feeling of a phantom ‘hole’ would come on her. It’s like a hole inside her body but at the same time, it was not. It was there and at the same time it felt like it was not. There was no shape, depth or an actual hole, it just felt like a hole because renisas would be sucked inside it, and then her ability would work.

Each and every ability that she had would feel like a distinct hole so she could not mistake one with another. She liked to call it the sucking hole or shole for short. It had a proper name but the word ‘shole’ had now gotten stuck on her as she and Celine made this term when they were too young and thought it was a cool name.

But as she was thinking of her ability to open a storage, not a shole came on her mind. She could not feel the familiar hole of her ability.

She tried another approach, by forcing her renisas to roam inside her rentom to eventually find a shole in it but her renisas were strangely not budging.

She tried it again, her eyes opening wide by the seconds, but the renisas around her seemed not to be following her instructions. It was not moving.

She breathed with relief when she tried to move it sideways and they moved.

She then added another chunk of renisas, thinking maybe it was not an ample quantity, and pushed it inside her but she now realized that it would not enter her body.

She concentrated more and forced all of the renisas around her to simultaneously enter her body but just as it touched her skin, it would stop moving. Like it were being stopped by something.

This had never happened to her.

Her renisas was a part of her, just like her body was a part of her. It could roam inside her anytime she wanted and it had never been stopped before, even when she was sick and weak.

Renisas were only hindered when they entered other people’s bodies without the said body’s permission. Unless she dominated them and forced her renisas in though force, it would not enter it. But this was her body, she did not need any permission

She tried again and again but her renisas were not even consumed even a little. She pushed down the panic swelling inside her and tried to activate her zipping ability, her invisibility and her other abilities. But to her horror, just like her storage, her renisas just stood there without doing anything.

She shouted in her mind, calling to all the ability that she had, like it would appear when she called it. But nothing was happening.

She focused with all her brain power to center their existence in her mind. She thought of the hardships and triumphs she felt the first times that she got them, the thrill when she first used them, the happiness she felt when she found another cool way to use them, and all the times she had used each of this ability and the things she had accomplished because of them, but nothing came. She could not feel any shole coming into her.

Instead, the feeling of loss, emptiness, and horror came on her in droves. This was bad. For a moment she was lost of what to do.

Her ability has been with her since she was ten and it has been nine years already. There was no day that she had not used her ability and she had relied on it almost everyday in her life. But now she could not use it.

This has never happened before.

She forced some breath to calm herself and think that this was fine, everything was just fixable. Her abilities were just unusable at this time because she’s weak.

Yes, that should be the reason.

Panicking would not help her situation.

She then proceeded to do the next thing she could do. To ask for help.

With her dry throat, she tried to open her mouth to call for help but only a croaking sound came out.

Desperate, she opened her mouth forcefully and finally was able to croak out a weak, “H-help,” that only her and the rat who was now staring a few feet at her could hear.

She tried one more time, but this time she felt her throat closing up, like it was tired and did not want to follow her instructions anymore.

She laid there defeated, with her head on top of a smelly shoe-like thing. She had not seen this type of eccentric footwear before but she was sure that its obnoxious smell would hunt her for the rest of her life, no matter how short her life was looking now.

She decided to lay there with no care, ignoring the vomit-inducing smell and wished to be like those damsels in distress in movies and books, that someone would sweep on where she was and save her.

But the thought of her being far from the looks of a damsel in distress, destroyed this wishful dream.

She instead hoped that if fate deemed to get her someone that could save her at least to armed their heart with kindness and consideration, as she looked more like the one who would terrorize a damsel in distress.