I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 62

A Song Of Metal
Fizziness didn’t begin to describe it, Northern’s eyes blurred as they opened, feeling a burning in his left shoulder, he held tightly letting out a low groan as he tried to sit up.

Northern lowered his head for a few seconds, the fog in his head was still thick and it reflected in the lightless look in his eyes.

Then he raised his head to take in his surrounding.

His surrounding was shrouded in a pale darkness, underlit by glowing crimsons.

His back laid against a rocky edge, cold wind sneakily bit into the skin of his face. Most part of his body was covered by Eternal Twilight so he didn’t feel it as much.

He tried to stand up but a sharp pain pierced through his left hand, with his shoulder impaled, his hand felt stiff and pale like a bloodless vessel.

The white tunic of his valiant armor was darkened with blood. Not being able to stand up Northern leaned back to the wall of rough stones, the only thing he could hear was the huffing of his own breath.

He stared blankly into the darkness for a while, wondered where the crimson glow was coming from–it filled a part of the enclosure far away from where he sat.

The lower parts of the ground was also crawling with the same eerie light.

And there was something sickening about it.

Northern licked his dry lips and swallowed his saliva to wet his throat.

Even now, no thoughts formed in his head, nothing seemed to bother him. He just laid there like a living human with a dead soul.

Before long, his eyes closed again to the cold embrace of slumber.

Clang

Clang

Northern the next time was working up by a metallic sound, it had a rhythm and was consistent.

It was like someone was either hitting a metallic surface or hitting a surface with a metallic object.

Each hit was strong enough to softly resonate through the dark enclosure.

And it was especially disturbing for Northern. Immediately he was woken by the clanging of steel, he had been unable to take his mind off it.

In this lonesome darkness, it served as the only friend he had. His mind found fun in following every intermittent strike of the metal.

And he was able to stay awake for much longer.

Although that did not seem to change his situation or save him from the darkness that enslaved his soul.

However it does seem soothing… and peaceful.

After a few hundred clangor…it began to get unpleasant.

Just when Northern thought about it, heavy footsteps approached.

At this point, resisting was useless, the only thing that seemed to be awaiting him was death. With a nonfunctional hand, no weapons…

He sighed as the footsteps reached in front of him.

With no effort, a four eyed monster placed him over its shoulders and walked away, into the depth of the crimson glow.

Northern watched the pale darkness where he laid go farther away from him. Soon, becoming pitch black.

But at that point, they had entered a chamber with an ethereal red glow.

The chamber was filled with transparent cocoons, at the base of every cocoon were glistening red crystals, grinded to miniscule forms.

Northern with closing eyes observed each cocoon, were of the same monsters, at least they had the same form.

The at the far end of the chamber, the monster stopped and placed him on a platform.

The platform was rectangle and smeared with dried blood, there were four shackles cemented into it.

As the monster placed him down, it pressed down on his chest with one hand, while locking a shackle on his wrist.

Northern’s gaze began to get pale, as he watched the monster chained his other limbs.

After finishing, it walked away, leaving Northern in the disturbing clangor of still.

Now, louder than before… and more disturbing.

As each clang rang, flashes occurred to Northern. It was like the metallic sound was bogging down the effect on his mind.

An harrowing memory was being dug out with each clangor of metal.

And it was very unpleasant.

Northern tried not to think, he closed his eyes but it was hard not to.

He didn’t even need to.

With the passing second, the whole place resonated with the racket of steel hitting steel.

The racket made images flash across his mind. Those images brought a harrowing pain to his chest, and made his heart beat heavily.

Suddenly, he felt like he was at a place where he hated to be. As far as his memory served him, he had never been in this chamber before.

He had no painful experience related to it… that would cause so much fear, pain and anger in his heart.

These feelings rising up inside of him for unknown reasons were torturous but not as the sound that entered into his ears and the images that flashed across his mind.

With time, it only got worse… he desperately did not want to see those images again. Because they only brought unexplainable pain and torture to his heart.

They began to get clearer but with that clarity came an even more harrowing pain.

Over and over again.

And it was tormenting his soul.

With time he could make out a few things from the images he saw.

A bare chested boy with white hair, holding an ax and painstakingly hitting a hill of red crystals.

Every swing of the boy’s ax synchronized with the metallic sound that resonated around the room.

And only became more torturous.

As it became worse, Northern tried to move, but his hands were chained.

His mouth dried, his stomach grumbled. There was no saliva to wet his lips and throat.

And he just had to suffer in the excruciating pain as his memories desperately tried to tear itself apart from the darkness enslaving his soul.

After a long time… another monster came, holding a crystal.

It loomed over him with a vicious look on its four eyes and with a distorted grin stabbed the crystal into his wound.

Northern let out a guttural cry as a sharp pain jolted around his body making it spasm, and his mouth foaming.

The beast watched in glee and left after his body calmed down and he stopped moving.

…

Overwhelmed by pain from every muscles and nerve of his body, Northern stared into the dark ceiling with absolute silence.

The metallic racket still resonating through the background.

However… his eyes were widened and trembling.

‘…Crap’