Chaos.

There was only chaos.

Jake didn't understand what was happening. His head was still spinning from the shockwave that suddenly hit him a few minutes ago.

He looked around, but everything was a blur.

"What the hell happened?" He tried recounting what had happened, but nothing was coming back to him.

It was like he had been brainwashed as to what had happened a few minutes ago.

And there was this irritating ringing sound in his head, droning him, trying to crawl out of his skull.

Jake fell on the ground, trying to gather his senses. He had to get out of the spiral that he was in, and had to look forward properly.

He saw an assortment of colors, but one among them was clearer than the rest.

Red.

In the top left, there was a blaring red.

It was his health bar, no doubt. That much, he understood.

"I am about to die? What the hell even happened, for me to enter a situation like this?" He wondered, but he just couldn't remember it for the life of him.

He remembered jumping to try and slash the head of the zombie giant. He was close, and one slash would have ended the half hour long fight that he had with the zombie.

But then, after that, everything went black. Like that was the last thing that happened.

"...."

Jake could hear sounds around him now. Sounds that meant absolutely nothing to him. He tried to speak, but everything he did, it felt like his head ached.

He had even let go of his sword and clutched his ears, trying to stop these noises around him from accumulating in his head.

Because as they did, they echoed in a loop that made them even more irritating. It was like he was in a echoey chamber with a loud child, and that child was shouting in the top of his voice.

"Stop.." he murmured, but that was the only legible word that came out of him.

"Calm down. Deep breaths." He told himself as he started breathing slowly, and steadily. He had to recover as fast as he could.

He was on enemy territory after all, and he couldn't afford to stay hostage to an enemy that he didn't understand yet.

Taking deep breaths, he closed his eyes as well. The next time he opened them, he wanted them to go back to normal.

But as he did open his eyes, the surroundings were still blurry.

Less blurry then before, certainly, but blurry nonetheless. He could see dots around him. Colors that meant something this time.

Peach dots that probably meant men. Gray dots in the distance that probably meant the zombies. Green and brown, the trees and the ground.

And the equipment that each of the men were donning were probably the other colors.

But one thing was certain. He was taking more time than expected trying to recover from something that he couldn't even recover.

As he tried to stand up, he felt a strong force push him back down. ραпdαs `n?ν?| сom

".."

Another mumble came from the surroundings. He couldn't understand what it meant. But one of the colors around him changed.

The blinking red started to stabilize. It was slowly turning yellow.

He felt a warm blanket cover him over, and he felt the ringing in his head slowly subside.

The colors around him became more and more vibrant, and then, like a switch that suddenly flicked, everything around him became clear once more.

"Ssssss"

Jake took a deep breath, and finally, he could hear himself clearly. He looked around frantically, trying to understand what happened.

But all he could see were faces. Faces of players, looking down upon him.

There was not a single familiar face he could see here.

"Who the hell are you? Where is Kierch? Where is Myriad Arrows?" Jake demanded.

"Forgive us, Guild Master. Under the orders of our own guild master we have been told to keep you here, for you are injured." One of the men said.

"And who is your guild master?" Jake raised his eye brows.

"We are from the Roman Empire. That is all you need to know." Another said.

"I am fine. You healed me, didn't you? Have some confidence in what you did. I mean, if you don't have any confidence, then it is truly a shame." Jake said as he stood up forcefully.

He picked up the sword that he had dropped in all of this confusion and looked around once more.

With so many people around him, he could tell absolutely nothing.

"Move out of the way. What happened? Why was I so battered? What attacked me?" Jake asked. historical

"We.. do not know, guild master. That is something only the people near the beast know." One of the mages standing there said.

"Fine then. I will deal with the other matters later. I need to find the rest of my guild." Jake said, forcing his way through the crowd.

As he did, his face went from seriousness to shock.

"Where are all the zombies? Where was that giant that I was fighting?" Jake was aghast as he turned around.

?α?dαsηθνε| "Did I lose consciousness again? For the whole fight?" He was worried that the same thing that happened after the adventure to the evil lands had just happened here.

"The zombies left, Guild master. They took the body of their seriously injured leader and they left. We were too wounded and battered to stop them." One of them said.

"I spent all of my time trying to wear that thing down and you just let it go. It was a walking gold mine." Jake shook his head and sighed.

"Fine then. I guess I can't expect anything from you. At the least, one fight is over, and we can all rest for a bit." He said, shaking his head.

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