my heads been cut off hasn't it cut hasn't it Alakai crom
dead his lifeless head removed from his torso bleeding out a cold ruby coloured blood and before his corpse a shadow stand's looming over the dead slob of meat tear's drop upon the ground
the seemingly quiet battle ground light's up with a prayer
nilum eternal bear may your journey purify your soul. Unknowingly letting nilum eternal bear incarnate into another world. A sudden burst of light takes the point of view of a young unassuming alakai . Alakai awakes cold and shivering. Am I dead. Who are you talking to knight do your job and stay guard you disgusting cloimer. Alakai amazed drops to his knees he is alive. from another persons perspective a young man with in knight clothing with a caramel color skin and curly hair is kneeling looking at the sky shouting I am alive. Suddenly the first intelligent though that came to him in this new world I must look like a madman I should get up.. out of nowhere memories emerge of his current bodies life. This burst of memories awakens a power within alkali its as if his soul has been recreated. these memories tell of a man known as kliet edgar the body his souls resides in a orphan cursed with the unfortunate krested blessing. a blessing that puts you in a dream like world that defies reality by putting you into a deep sleep but in these dreams your soul gets split into nine pieces and in these dream like situations you have to fight against others with the curse and if you win 1 or more part's of your opponents soul gets turned into a nirum core which can be used to break into the next seharian realm. In a way similar to my past world and im I the city alexandream in the middle of a war between the apostles and the orchids.
As for my current situation the knight next to me william wilder has a hate for kliet because I am a cloimer another name for people who have the krested blessing sudden flash of pain erupts from the back of his head. Blanking out he awakes in a dark cellar with chains rusting from the back of his increasingly swelling head staring around kliet seemingly neither bothered about the fact that his head is in immense pain. Analysing the cellar he is In a dark room with no way of knowing were he has been put in no way of knowing how long he has been knocked out.