Chapter 50

Noel woke up with a splitting headache, sweat pouring down his face like rivers. He could remember dreaming but the contents of the dream were shrouded in mist.

No matter how hard he tried to remember the dream he could not so he put it at the back of his mind for now. He had more pressing issues.

In this dimension his power was severely limited. The safest thing to do would be to treat every living creature here as more powerful than he was.

He left his cave but this time chose to go in a different direction opposite the one he went in yesterday or atleast he thinks it was yesterday, he has no idea how much time had passed.

He gathered himself and left, as he continued he noticed the ground was getting darker and less dense and he could smell iron in the air but in a place like this, it would not be strange if iron dust filled the air.

Around 6 kilometres in he noticed something poking out of the ground. It was white, the first thing In this dimension other than the moss and mushrooms that did not have a dark colour.

He approached it cautiously,he looked around and saw a tiny rock, small rocks like this were rare in this place, most he has seen were almost as large as he was if not larger.

He picked up the tiny stone, it was smooth to the touch and felt cool. He squeezed his hand trying to crush the stone and failed, it was like trying to crush iron with your bare hands as a normal human.

He sighed, still weak, he thought. He threw the stone at the white thing and missed, even his aim was bad, he felt like he was nothing more than an avarage human again.

Even though he missed he still hit close enough yet there was no movement. He found a few more rocks and threw them and missed every single time.

There was no movement still, he decided to approach. Slowly and cautiously he approached the thing, he could not see it actual shape.

Only a tiny portion was showing, the rest was buried underground which he found strange considering how hard the ground of this dimension was.

As he reached five metres away from the thing he lost his balance. He looked down and his left foot had sunk a few centimetres down.

Sand? He whispered, he reached down to touch the black sand, it was soft and warm yet also felt metallic to the touch. He stood up and walked closer to the white object.

He was still cautious but less vigilant than before. He stood within reach of the thing, his body in high alert ready to sprint away immediately should anything happen.

He reached with his foot and lightly kicked the top exposed part, it felt hard but not like metal or stone but more like bone? Is this a bone? He got closer.

A few more kicks and he was sure this was a bone. Why would a bone be here? He reached down to pick it up. It was long and straight, well not straight but almost.

It looked like a femur but the other end was broken and sharp. I could use this, he banged it on the hard ground and there was not even a mark on it, yeah I could use this.

Not having a weapon had made him feel uneasy especially since he can't use any of his skills except basic hand to hand and swordmanship which are passive skills.

He looked further in, a few hundred metres away from where he found the bone was a wall of mist. This is definitely not a smart decision, he said as he approached the wall of mist so tall it reached the sky.

He went in slowly, his bone spear clutched firmly in his hands. The mist was so thick he could barely see a metre away from his body, even his other senses like smell or hearing were dulled in this mist.

A few metres in he tripped on something, he looked down and it was another bone. He picked it up, it was smaller than the one he had and felt weaker somehow so he put it back down gently.

He did not want to make any noise lest he disturbs something. The further in he went the more bones he noticed on the ground. What going on here?

Most bones were broken but few were intact however he was yet to actually see a full skeleton, he had seen a few skulls, some resembled creatures he had seen outside but some he did not recognise.

He did notice a few that looked like they belonged to the grey skinned imps that chased him. The further in he went the larger the bones. He stood infront of a skull that resembled a tiger or lion, it looked like it was from a large cat.

The skull alone was larger than a house so he wondered how large it owner would've been when they were alive. He stretched his hand as if to touch the skull when he heard movements.

He turned around but he could not see anything due to the mist, even the sound he heard felt faint, it sounded like breaking bones.

It could just be old bones crumbling but he was not going to bet on that. He clutched his bone spear even tighter and became more vigilant.

Ready to either fight or run should anything show up,he stood and waited, his back pressed against the skull. He felt strangely calm and a bit excited? About this.

Why would I be excited by this? He wondered. As he was waiting something jumped infront of him with it mouth wide open.

His mind kicked in, the bone felt wrong in his hand, he was used to a sword but a sword could stab and so can a spear so he stabbed.

It was instinctual, he used the stabbing movement of the sword with the bone spear and he felt it taste the flesh of the abominable foe before him.

A high pitched screech echoed in the mist and bones. He felt more movements in the mist. Damn, I'm fucked.