Ergo didn’t have the will to move, staying in bed all day and night, waiting to fall asleep, and when he did he was subjected to various gruesome images, which he was sued to at this point,
“How many days left,”
he asked the man in the cell adjacent to his,
“11,” he said in an exhausted voice, sweat streaming down his body as he performed basic exercises.
Ergo lay in his bed, his spirit and will dead, and as he drifted to sleep, he saw something new—a non-human corpse. Up until now, he had only bared his eyes upon the bodies of his fellow man, but now he got the chance to view a unique sight, which was a deeply welcomed break from the monotony and dread of the previous weeks. The only problem was he couldn’t quite figure out what animal this strange beast was. It was in an unexpected place too, it was rotten yet had a dark beauty to it, but that didn’t pull away from the strange scenery, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but it was un-earthly, the plants, the animals, even the rocks lay dead and rotten, which quite surprised him. Normally he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes off the corpses in his visions but as everything here was a corpse he could move his eyes freely, thus he decided to get a larger perspective to figure out what this strange and alien place was, so he floated backward farther and farther, but no matter how far he went the biome kept going, eventually he was so far away that he was most definitely in space, he ethereal form focused of a strange red tower in the planet of rot, it looked astonishing as it the size was comparable to the planet itself, wide at the bottoms before lengthening out. He peeked his head up towards the top only for his eyes to dilate as his heart raced. A dark realization dawned. The entire planet was the eye of a dead giant. The red tower was simply the nerves and other bodily parts that typically connected the eye and the brain. The dead giant was easily larger than the entire solar system, yet it was dead, battered and beaten, rotten and twisted. Its blood forms giant clusters and some seem to form stars. His mind seemed to tell him one thing. “Bow” and so he did. He was curious about the mystery of the giant, he knew something was wrong and his mind screamed to not do it, but his heart stopped at the thought of unveiling even a portion of the mystery. His ethereal form rocketed forward until it stopped at the ground, or the flesh of the dead colossus. Once upon it, he noticed something that elevated his curiosity to an entirely new level. The ground felt solid, the corpse was able to interact with that which didn’t exist, the ethereal. As he touched upon the ground, he felt the need to now increase to levels higher than his desire to find out the mysterious nature behind the death and life of the giant. As he bowed, the ground twisted and turned unveiling a pedestal upon which was a book. The need to bow ceased and he got up. The pedestal encroached until the book lay before him. He opened the book with a lack of thought and regard, forced too by a strange desire. Inside the book lay an insurmountable amount of Old Intal text. Intal was an old language that was thought to Ergo by the fanatical church of whose name he knew not. Well not exactly thought to him, but he understood a couple of phrases. In large bold letters upon the top was the title, "All hail the king of left,", which he understood as the church collaborated with his house to send their slaves to learn the religion, of which every time the priest was about to speak they would repeat the phrase, "All hail the lord of light," in Intal. Lord has a similar character to King and is an adjective-type letter at the end of a word, Left is also commonly taught so it was easy to understand and piece together, now as for the actual text he had no clue.
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"All hail the king of left," Ergo figured that the corpse he was standing on was the king of left.
Ergo looked around for a moment deep in thought, before he reached down with his ethereal hands and grabbed a cluster of flesh from the "King of left", the rotten texture felt disgusting but he was used to disgust by now, "Welp, Down the hatch," Ergo said before shoving his face full of rotten meat. Typically eating the meat of gods gave people great strength in fairytales so he saw a way out of being killed during the massacre in 11 days, if this killed him, it didn't matter as he would be killed anyway.