Deep Beyond Comprehension

It was frigid, dim, and, most unsettling of all, terrifying. A series of memories rushed back, including...some figures that appeared human, yet not entirely so.

'Where am I?' the bewildered soul awakened, 'Am I dead?'

Soon enough, this cold and dark void transformed into a mountain—one that featured an arctic forest under the cover of night.

'This surrounding environment somehow looks familiar.'

Was the lost soul, perhaps, going through memories he'd experienced before?

He saw something besides himself: people, and not just regular people—they were villagers.

'How could villagers survive this climate..?'

It was like the landscape of hell, however, a frozen hell. The individuals seemed to be walking to a location. The lost soul followed them.

He couldn't be seen, well, that would be obvious, since he was some sort of spiritual essence.

Then, something unexpected occured—leaving the strange people in a state of confusion.

They started to drop one by one, with blood splattering everywhere. Weapons were involved, such as arrows, knives, and more.

As this occurred, enigmatic figures emerged from the shadows of the forest—it was an ambush and not an ordinary one.

They had a certain gaze—one that didn't have any sort of emotion, compared to warriors, who have eyes that demonstrate courage, bravery, and honor.

They were cold, emotionless killers who perhaps had never felt the warmth of a human hand.

From their movements, they looked desperate—it was obvious that they weren't letting this chance slip out of their hands.

They performed lethal techniques—ones that would defeat an opponent within mere moments.

The people within the environment began to run, however, it was futile.

Unfortunately, those who evacuated were also killed off in a one-sided fashion. 

'Who are they...?' The soul questioned, dumbfoundedly.

First, he appears within the body of a sphere—one with a spiritual energy that cannot be seen. Then, he sees a random occurrence happen. Of course, he'd be confused.

Upon finishing off the rest of the people, the assassins turned their gaze ahead of them—a tribe of many warriors was beyond.

When their eyes lay upon this tribe, their bloodlust grew to an inhumane level.

'Wait...how can I sense their lust for blood?'

A surge of adrenaline began to rush through their veins, and they began to dash towards the tribal base with immense speed, that was on a supernatural level.

Before they could reach it, the scene shifts, as the lost soul enters some sort of landscape. 

The soul expected that he would continue to see more unsettling murders, however, upon realising, there was something different; the world around him became bright white—it was like some sort of awakening.

Before he knew it, this glistening world of white vanquished, and then, a new light emerged, as he arose from his floor mat, inside of a room.

Vyus Deepwalker—an individual who lives within the Deep just woke up, scratching his pure medium black hair, and his silver eyes attempting to fully open from his awakening.

"Huh...so it was a dream," Vyus said to himself, in a low whisper.

As he took his first steps, he heard a surge of echoes below him. It was his parents, no, guardians. It seemed they were speaking with a customer.

Living in a material shop, which had two stories, was quite annoying. One floor for his guardians, where they usually eat, sleep, and prepare. The bottom one was primarily for business.

"I've got to go do my shift," Vyus scrambled for his uniform, and quickly sprinted downstairs, giving a faint greeting to his guardians, before leaving.

The Deep didn't have an education system they had child labor, as Vyus was only 14 years old.

But, like how his ancestors adapted to their environments millenniums ago, he must do the same.

As Vyus passed by the multitude of wooden houses, many of his relatives gave out many waves of appreciation.

He was popular, especially in his hometown of Darwin.

'I'm almost late...' Vyus had reached his conclusion—he needs to run full speed.

With an instinctive countdown within his head; 'one...two...three'

He dashed, then continued with a sprint. He ran so fast that dust emerged, coming from the ground that Vyus was stepping on.

"This is the best!" He yelled out, completely overjoyed. He felt freedom, but this 'freedom' had a different sensation to it—as if it hinted for potential.

Thanks to Vyus's speed, he made it on time, or so he thought.

His manager—Gurez Ratrideep—he appeared right in front of him. He was a cranky old man, who keeps on talking about how he went to the surface, unscathed.

'Ah, shit. I'm in trouble...' Vyus began to sweat in nervousness. Gurez wasn't your typical manager—he was the strictest, and crankiest of them all!

"You bastard, Vyus! How could you come late for the third time in a row?" The old man said, in a disorderly fashion.

"Listen, I got up late, due to a nightmare, alright?" Vyus explained. "It's not my fault that our God, Undalith, gave me a bad dream!"

"Stop trying to play with me, you stupid punk! You don't wake up late from nightmares. You wake up earlier from them!" Gurez retaliated.

Vyus gave him a look of curiosity, 'Oh, that's a good point...'

Gurez turned his back towards him—facing towards the mines. "Well, go on then. Do your work, you damn brat!"

Without any words exchanged, Vyus did exactly that. He grabbed a pickaxe—a tool used for mining stone, and went into the mines with a determined mindset.

Gurez sat back onto his chair, whilst smoking his premium-like cigarete, which is custom only to the Deep Ones. "Ugh, kids these days..."

Vyus was an expert at the art of mining—he was no doubt a valid asset to Gurez's Mining Association, or GMA.

But, the old man keeps on refusing to give him a promotion. His goal was to take over, as the new President of the GMA.

'That old man never gives anyone a chance...'

He was already done with two mining sites, which is considerably impressive, since it takes an average person hours to finish only one.

Whilst these thoughts ran through his mind like a spiral, he found his eyes looking a particular view, within the distance. It was Ugurth.

"Yo, Vyus! How've you been?" He yelled out, with echoes emerging from his voice.

Vyus looked at him with a face of familiarity. "Hey, Ugurth! Mind helping me out here? The annoying old man assigned me extra work."

As Ugurth approached him, he gave out a sigh. Vyus was always getting assigned work, even though he's slightly younger than the average miner.

"Yeah, I've finished my shift, so I'll help out!"

"Thanks, I appreciate it!" Vyus replied, with a slight joy in his smirk.

With Ugurth assisting him, this task would be completed within 30 minutes, no less. However, lunch was ready within 10 minutes.

"I need to go soon, so how about we decide who can mine faster?" Vyus said, with a spark of confidence within his eye.

Ugurth turned towards him, quite stunned. "Alright, but I'm pretty sure I'll lose."

"If you win, I'll do your next shift tomorrow." Vyus raised his pickaxe, and then swang it to his side. "Are you scared?"

"I've known you my entire life. You'll lose, especially when I know how you perform," Ugurth reassured.

Vyus kept his gaze on Ugurth, slowly losing his smirk. 'Wait, this guy changed his mindset within seconds...?'

Before he could even think, Ugurth raised his pickaxe, up to his head, and instant destroyed a piece of rock.

Then, he continued until he fully destroyed it.

"You're going to lose your lead, ya prodigy!"

Vyus wasn't going to be beaten, he instantly started, and began to make more progress than Ugurth.

Eventually, he matched Ugurth's progress, which sent a sweat down Ugurth's forehead. 'Man, this guy is a monster!'

Before he could even comprehend what else would happen, Vyus had already won.

"You don't owe me anything, I just wanted you to finish the work faster. Now, I'ma head out."

Ugurth nodded in agreement. At-least he was finished for today's job, which, has never happened to him before.

He started to catch up, and eventually was walking with Vyus, side to side, right towards the exit.

"What do you wanna eat?" He asked, in a whisper.

"To be honest, anything will do. Since, I am not that picky," Vyus replied, with no emotion to that response at all.

Ugurth gave out a cheeky smile, as he looked ahead of himself. "Well, since you don't care, I guess I'll pick the—"

Before any words could be muttered, a flashing light occured within the distance, followed by a large crashing sound of pure destruction.

Vyus and Ugurth stared in disbelief. 'What the hell is going on..?'

The perimeter was completely engulfed by this sudden attack.

"Surely the Warriors of the Deep would help...right?" Ugurth said, completely frozen in place, as if he was a statue.

However, Vyus wouldn't let this sudden shock take over him. He looked down, and grabbed Ugurth's wrist forcefully.

"Get out of your frozen mindset! We've got to move!" He yelled out, in a desperate tone.

They began to run away, attempting to evacuate the area. 'Shit! What happened to the old man!' Vyus thought.

All he could do was run, and watch. He was powerless, he couldn't do anything. He needs to save everyone, his guardians, and Gurez.