As Henry plummeted from the cliff, time seemed to slow. The wind roared in his ears, and the world around him blurred into a dizzying whirl of shadows and moonlight. Pain radiated from the icy daggers embedded in his body, but it was the cold, creeping numbness that terrified him the most.
"Is this it? Is this how it ends?" Henry's thoughts raced, a chaotic mix of fear and resignation. He had fought so hard to survive in this strange world, only to be brought down by a creature he barely understood. The irony stung almost as much as his wounds.
"I can't believe it... After everything, I'm going to die here." His mind flashed back to the moments of triumph and struggle over the past months. The weapons he had crafted, the cave he had turned into a home, the bizarre creatures he had encountered. It all seemed so distant now, like a dream slipping away.
"No... I can't give up." A spark of defiance flared within him. He had faced impossible odds before and come out alive. There had to be a way out of this. But as he looked down, the gaping dark hole below seemed to swallow all hope. The forest continued at the bottom, but the pit was an abyss, a void that promised nothing but oblivion.
"I have to survive. I have to find a way." Henry's resolve hardened. He focused on the sensations around him—the rush of air, the distant sounds of the forest, the faint glimmer of moonlight. He tried to brace himself for the impact, to prepare for whatever awaited him at the bottom.
A serene silence filled the place. After what felt like an eternity of falling, Henry finally reached the bottom. "H... A... I... Ali..." His thoughts blared even in his own mind. He couldn't speak; his injuries had taken too much out of him. Though his eyes were open, it made no difference—he was blind. There was no light, only the blurriness of his vision. His body was covered in holes, yet somehow, through the power of plot armor, Henry was still alive.
He felt a wet and sticky substance beneath him, the pungent smell of blood filling his nostrils. "Did some large creature die here?" he wondered, lying there helplessly. The darkness was so complete that Henry couldn't feel the passage of time. But as time went on, he noticed something strange—he was regaining strength. He couldn't explain it, but he was being healed. Perhaps the blood he was lying in possessed some special traits.
Months passed, and a new year came. Yet Henry remained indifferent to the passage of time. It was May now, and he could finally move. After trying for months with no success, Henry had feared he might never move again. Given the fall and the creature's attacks, that should have been the case. But now, he took his first shaky steps, finding his balance. "Woah, steady," he muttered, walking on the slippery blood.
"Whoa..." he exclaimed, stumbling on a stone and slipping on the blood. In the darkness, this was inevitable. He slid through the blood until he reached another edge. "Not again," he shouted, falling once more. As he fell, a reddish-orange light shone through the darkness. The closer he got, the brighter the light became. He couldn't help but notice what he was falling towards.
"I really don't like this story," he muttered. With great force and a loud splash, he fell straight onto a lance pointed at him. The lance was intricately designed, its shaft made of a dark, almost obsidian-like material that shimmered in the light. The blade was long and curved, with runes etched along its surface that glowed faintly. It pierced what looked like a heart, but it was too big to be the heart of any creature he had seen. The heart pulsed with a strange, otherworldly energy, and as the lance impaled it, a surge of power coursed through Henry's body. Everything went black again.
"What brings you here, otherworlder?" a deep voice roared, waking Henry up. He found himself in a room full of clouds, white and fluffy. "What is this pla..." As he asked the question, he immediately froze, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing. "A... A..." He stuttered, shivering in fear.
"Fret not, lost one. Though I may be a dragon, I mean you no harm," the creature standing in front of Henry spoke. Its size towered over Henry, making him look like an ant compared to an elephant. The dragon's scales shimmered with a pearlescent glow, each one reflecting a pearl white colors. Its eyes were a deep, mesmerizing blue, filled with ancient wisdom and power. Its wings, folded neatly against its back, were vast and majestic, with a span that could easily cover a small village. The dragon's claws were long and sharp, glinting like polished obsidian.
"I suppose I do look intimidating," the dragon continued as its body lit up. It began to shrink and change form. If he hadn't seen it himself, Henry wouldn't have believed it. The towering dragon transformed into a human. As the light faded, Henry saw a man wearing an astonishing white suit and a blue tie. His hair was a striking silver, flowing down to his shoulders, and his eyes retained the same deep blue hue as his dragon form. His face was chiseled and handsome, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, giving him an almost ethereal beauty. His presence was commanding, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that put Henry at ease.
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