"It's been at least a 100 days or more since I regained consciousness" the hero thought,
he keep going through this endless process of being teared apart and regenerated, at first it hurt so much but he gradually started getting numb to the pain
"I still don't understand what's going on, by now the villain behind this should've revealed his grand plan and gloated in victory" the hero thought
But no one had come , as a hero he had alot of enemies but no one he knew was strong enough to pull this off
"What's the union doing? , Should've they have found me by now? What're the other heroes doing? Ugh" the hero thought
"I wasn't the most liked but I was a hero nonetheless, they shouldn't give up on a rescue "
The Hero kept on contemplating endless scenerios in his head as to who is doing this and why, till he heard a distant voice one day, they were definitely speaking in a Language unknown to him but with no doubt it was definitely a person
"Huh, a person?" the hero thought
hope was regained as he thought he could finally escape from this hell, but as he tried to shout out for help he realized he couldn't speak.
the hero tried shouting and shouting but all to no avail, he tried crawling out of the pit of bodies that were tearing into him , trying to force his way through them to meet the person whose voice he had heard but it was futile, like trying to swim against a violent wave in the sea.
the hero could see the silhouette of the person walking away and he fell into despair at the thought that if he didn't reach out to this person he could probably spend months or even years here in this hell.
