Trapped in the Eternal Prison

Thrown into the depths of an unfamiliar realm by the mysterious man, Nahusha found himself alone in a dark abyss where no light could penetrate. Everything around him was enveloped in blackness, rendering him unable to see. Yet, despite the absence of visual cues, Nahusha could hear faint voices echoing in the distance, and he could sense the lingering presence of countless souls. Initially, he believed he had perished in his encounter with the man, but as time passed, he came to realize that he was still alive and breathing, albeit trapped in a realm far removed from the Kuki kingdom. This was the realm of darkness.

In the first few hours of his existence in this desolate dimension, Nahusha wandered aimlessly, his steps guided solely by intuition. To his surprise, he discovered that his wounds had miraculously healed, and an eerie absence of hunger plagued him. However, the oppressive silence was soon shattered by haunting voices that reverberated through the void, relentlessly calling him a "Demon! Demon! Demon!" Gripped by fear, Nahusha sprinted through the darkness, a primal instinct driving him to escape the torment that surrounded him. For the first time in his life, Nahusha felt genuine fear, gnawing at his every fiber.

As days turned into weeks, Nahusha's desperation grew. In a futile attempt to escape his perpetual torment, he sought to end his own life. He tightly clenched his hands around his throat, trying to choke himself, or he would take his knife and attempt to plunge it into his heart. Each time he embraced the embrace of death, he would experience the agony of dying, only to inexplicably awaken a few hours later, still trapped in this desolate realm. He exhausted every conceivable method to escape his eternal existence, yet his attempts were met with failure. Over time, Nahusha's sanity began to crumble, and he felt himself losing touch with his senses. In a state of despair, he sought solace within the confines of a cold, damp cave, closing his eyes to shut out the never-ending suffering.

Days turned into years, and Nahusha remained trapped in the dark dimension, a prisoner of his own torment. Every passing second felt like an eternity, as the voices of his fallen comrades and countless victims haunted his every waking moment. Sleep, an elusive respite, became a distant memory as the agony of the voices prevented him from finding any semblance of peace. Nahusha's existence became an endless cycle of pain and torment, his senses dulled by the relentless assault on his psyche.

Several years drifted by, their passing marked only by the incessant suffering that consumed Nahusha's being. In the depths of the dark dimension, he remained, a mere shell of his former self. Cut off from the world he once knew, Nahusha's spirit endured, battered but not broken, as he clung to a glimmer of hope that one day, he would find a way to escape the clutches of this eternal nightmare and discover a path back to redemption.