Chapter 23: What the..... "Alfheim"
Blake's senses went on high alert as the room's door creaked open, heralding an intruder. Reflexes honed by survival instinct surged within him, propelling him into an immediate defensive stance.
Acting on pure instinct, he unleashed a swift strike that shattered the door, scattering a red and white liquid-like substance into the air accompanied by a putrid odor. Amidst the settling dust, Blake rose cautiously, his body tense, ready to confront the unexpected visitor despite being in a compromised condition himself.
Advancing toward the entrance, his eyes scanning the disconcerting aftermath, Blake's astonishment amplified. Amidst the chaos stood an otherworldly woman—a dark-skinned figure with elongated, pointed ears, adorned with the same red and white substance that adorned her face. She seemed transfixed, her gaze fixated on something in the distance.
Following the woman's line of sight, Blake's breath caught in his throat. The scene unveiled before him was nightmarish—a decapitated body, devoid of head or neck, a gruesome spectacle as crimson blood spurted out like a grotesque fountain, painting the surroundings in a haunting display of horror.
The ghastly tableau held Blake in its chilling grip, his mind struggling to rationalize the surreal and grisly sight before him. A deluge of questions stormed his thoughts, battling with the urgency of the alarming situation unfolding.
Before he could process the gruesome scene further, a piercing scream shattered the eerie silence, erupting from the woman in a cacophony of terror and distress.
Blake's instincts surged, fueling a rush of adrenaline through his veins. Reacting swiftly, he lunged forward, clasping the woman and muffling her screams to prevent any unwarranted attention.
"Shh! Don't scream!" Blake's urgent whisper struggled to pierce through the woman's panicked cries. He tightened his hold, attempting to pacify her, but her hysteria persisted. Fear gripped him—a chilling apprehension of imminent danger in this unfamiliar and powerless state.
In a decisive move, Blake pressed the woman firmly against the ground, his hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her outbursts. Despite his efforts, her resistance remained steadfast, her muffled protests echoing in the eerie silence of the night.
"Please, stop! Quiet down," Blake pleaded, attempting to reason with the agitated woman. However, her panic showed no signs of abating, and it became increasingly clear that convincing her to hush would prove to be a monumental task. Fearing the risk of attracting unwanted attention, Blake resorted to a more forceful approach, hoping to coerce her into compliance.
"Enough! Stay silent woman if you value your life," Blake's tone turned stern and commanding, as he pointed a ray of beam from his fingertips on top of her head. The woman, sensing the severity of his tone and feeling a sudden threat as if she didn't quieten she will die, gradually began to subdue her sobs, fear evident in her wide, tear-filled eyes.
With a tense calm settling over the immediate vicinity, Blake guided the trembling woman, still shaken and trembling, toward the shelter of the nearby hut.
The darkness of the night veiled their movements, concealing them from any prying eyes. Urging her to keep silent, Blake led the way, ensuring they remained hidden and undetected.
Taking refuge within the safety of the hut, Blake attempted to calm the shaken woman. Through gentle reassurances, he gradually coaxed her to speak, though her tremors revealed the lingering fear. Piece by piece, amidst the palpable tension, Blake managed to elicit fragments of conversation, unveiling a grim narrative behind the disturbing scene they had encountered.
Amid their hesitant exchange, Blake learned the harrowing truth—the headless body belonged to the woman's husband. Her quivering voice narrated a tale of loss and sorrow, painting a picture of grief for the man whose life had ended in such a gruesome manner.
A sense of guilt gnawed at Blake's core, the unintended consequence of his presence in this alien world weighing heavily upon him.
Driven by remorse and an earnest desire to ease the burden inadvertently imposed, Blake attempted to tap into his still-recovering powers. He sought to capture the departed soul, to recreate a new body as a futile attempt to offer solace and redemption. Yet, his weakened state and unexplored abilities thwarted his efforts, leaving him to confront his limitations with a sigh of resignation.
Setting aside the futile endeavor with a tinge of frustration, Blake refocused on the woman before him. His insatiable curiosity compelled him to unravel the circumstances that led to this unsettling encounter.
"Where are we? How did you find me? In what state was I discovered?" Blake's voice, though tinged with remorse, carried an undercurrent of urgency and a thirst for understanding
. He hoped that unraveling the details surrounding his own arrival in this bewildering realm might provide him with clues about the place he now found himself in.
.
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Regaining his composure, Blake rose from his seat, with a plain motionless face. Without waiting for the trembling elf to utter another word, he extended his finger, pointing towards her as if manifestating something. In a swift and decisive motion, he sliced through the air, suddenly severing the connection between the elven woman head and the body.
The act was cold, the aftermath colder as the lifeless body crumpled to the floor.
The room, now silent but for the echoes of the grisly act, bore witness to the merciless action. Earlier, The woman driven by fear and the primal instinct for self-preservation, had divulged the information Blake sought.
Through her revelations, Blake unraveled the peculiar circumstances that led him to this mythical realm known as Alfheim.
The dark elf's revelations spoke of her husband, the one who had brought Blake to this place. Following the trajectory of a crashed asteroid, he had discovered Blake in the desolate outskirts of Alfheim, far removed from the vibrant heart of the elven city. As the pieces fell into place, Blake's suspicions solidified – he had indeed found himself in the legendary realm of Alfheim, a domain renowned for its ethereal beauty and inhabited by the enigmatic elves, characterized by their distinctive pointed ears.
The encounter with the dark elf, though unsettling, had unveiled a crucial piece of news to him. Alfheim, a realm of mythical proportions, a realm that just lies close to asgard and standing similar to asgard at top of the world tree had become the stage for Blake's inexplicable journey.
[don't go just thinking nonsense.... naughty naughty..... 😏],
Initially burdened by guilt, Blake's emotions shifted as the dark reality of the elf woman's intentions emerged. No longer a victim, he discovered that the seemingly benevolent couple had darker motives—they planned to sell him to a collector and a mad scientist, seeking profit from his mysterious existence.
The revelation transformed Blake's perception. The veneer of human emotions dissipated, replaced by a cold resolve. What once seemed like gratitude for a seemingly benevolent act turned into a ruthless dismissal of those who dared to threaten him. The elf woman, now exposed as a co-conspirator, met the same fate as her husband.
Understanding the circumstances that led him to this enigmatic realm, Blake's thoughts delved into the details of his own recovery. The husband had found him in a state of disarray, body parts regenerating within a massive crater.
The miraculous scene provided insights into the nature of his power—Reiatsu, a force that could reconstruct his body and sustain his life. The depletion of his spiritual power during this process explained his initial weakness and inability to tap into his true capabilities.
Facing the harsh reality that he was not invincible, Blake acknowledged the precarious nature of his existence. A sense of vulnerability crept in, a stark reminder that a single mistake could prove fatal.
Yet, amidst this awareness, a smirk graced his lips as he recalled a moment of cautionary restraint. His use of somewhat recovered power had been unintentionally fired, an act that could have much severe cataclysmic repercussions.
Reflecting on that pivotal scene, a wry smile danced across Blake's face. He understood the gravity of his capabilities—how the release of his power, even at a fraction of its potential, could yield catastrophic outcomes.
The controlled use of his strength, tinged with the limitations of his healing body, had averted this widespread devastation. The measured display of power had merely resulted in the destruction of one head. However, the sheer potential of his capabilities was staggering.
The realization dawned upon him; had he inadvertently used even a fraction—1/50th—of his true power, A place that could have spanned almost half a mile would have succumbed to annihilation and despair.
With the burden of guilt lifted and a renewed surge of spiritual energy coursing through him, Blake felt revitalized. His cells hummed with renewed vigor and vitality. Filled with a sense of exhilaration, he set forth, disappearing along the road into the unknown.
Embarking on his journey, Blake embraced the promise of discovery and the unfolding mysteries of this newfound realm where the destiny has brought him.
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