The Dreamer's POV

I was momentarily entranced by this place of immense suffering, I could feel the evil ooze from everything around me–from the worms, from the suffering victims and even from the structures around me.

'This place feels wrong.' That much was obvious, but not just that, everything about my sudden appearance here felt wrong.

'Why did the system suddenly go crazy and rogue? Why am I here? And why are my abilities locked?'

This place: Etonos, I was transported to this plane by the system for a special event, and to win, to overcome and move to the next, I had to find a certain blade.

'If the system could bring me to Mage'Earth, then it should be no surprise that it brought me to…' My thought was cut short when I heard wailing, and rumbling.

One of the massive hellish works was chasing after a prey.

"Hmmm…" It caught my attention. The one hunted was a creature I had never seen before, and it looked to be in a better state than the others here, though it bore wounds and scars that were inflicted by this place.

The creature was like a half man half stallion, except that it was much bigger, and it's lower half was fierce looking, like something crafted specially for war. It wasn't only that, the creature's body was uneven, in that sense that almost half of it–from its left shoulder to waist–the bridge between the man part and whatever beastly part it was, down to its left legs. They bore no flesh, and they were just bones save that flames ran through the. The flames of hell had made those parts of its body their own.

I was captivated at this point, I arched forward, curious about what was going to happen. This new creature, would it be eaten and shat out like the rest, or would it win and overcome the ugly worm?

It ran, crossing over meters with ease, showing both grace and power as it did.

Then, seeing that it was a little farther from the worm, it stopped and turned, and I watched the strangest thing happen.

The flames on the fleshless half of the beastman thing snaked about it and drifted to its arms, forming a shape.

Its' arms were held out like it was mimicking an archer, and I understood what it was.

I smiled, "This bastard really wants to face that thing, aye?"

The hellish flames locked its flesh as they snaked onto its hands to form a massive arrow and bow. The large fiery arrow was pulled, and it zoomed from the beastly creature, right to the center of the coming worm.

The worm was oblivious to the attack, that or it didn't care. It charged ever so swiftly, destroying the already destroyed structures around. Its maw was open, and its multitude of teeth was exposed.

It seemed like the little chase had angered it, it must not be used to its victims running away and escaping it.

The arrow of fire travelled and hit squarely on its chest, and instantly, it went up in flames. It cried, a guttural sound came from its depths, and it fell, wiggling in pain.

It wiggled violently, thrashing around as the flames of hell consumed it.

"Impressive." I muttered, but there was another, and it hurried towards them once it heard the cries of its partner. I think it was what the creature wanted as it prepared another arrow of fire on its bow.

The burning worm shrank and so did the flames around it, and it became ash on the heated ground. The flames however still burned, creating a sort of wall in front of the creature.

The other worm came forward fiercely, maws opened, and snarls escaping from its mouth, it seemed oblivious to its fate.

The arrow left the bow, making a sound like the billowing of flames. The arrow travelled quite fast, and it hit the worm on the chest, and it too fell, burning and in the same position as the other had, and the flames below joined and singed its flesh.

"The hero." I said with a smirk, my eyes were aglow as I was utilizing absolute appraisal.

[Status Information]

Name: Wicked Worm
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Level: 3/8

Life Force: 30

Energy Level:13

Combat Ability:0

[Titles]

Glutton, The will of hell, The drowner of screams.

[Skills]

Speedy Consumption

Current Status: Agitated

[Additional Information]

These are the lowest guards of hell, and their entire existence is to continuously inflict pain on the residents of hell. By consuming and tearing them, its victims break down, their bodies and minds subjected to the trauma over and over again for eternity. Though they are largely natives to Hell, they can be found elsewhere–outside the boundaries of hell

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"Wicked Worm, a fitting name." I remained standing on the arch, when the victor turned, our eyes locking.

"When are you going to move from there?" It asked.

"Ohh?" I was rather astonished, and a little taken aback. Though no structures hid me, I was over a kilometer away and I had assumed that that would suffice in making me stay clear out of the eyes of others.

'What are you?' I set my glowing eyes on it.

[Status Information]

Name: Warbeast

Level: 67/500

Life Force: 320

Energy Level:200

Combat Ability:700

[Titles]

Worm killer, Flame Archer, The beast of doom, The roaring stallion, The resistance.

[Skills]

Fire manipulation, True Strength, True Agility, Quick steps, Iron Wall, Black Sight, Overboard.

Current Status: Neutral and Stoic

[Additional Information]

The Warbeast are a few, they live very long lives, and possess great battle prowess. They once ruled empires, but with their dwindling numbers, they've chosen to live a more solitary life.

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"Everything about it seems cool. He would make a good addition to minions, but of course I must not forget the mission at hand. I have to leave this miserable place."

Nevertheless, I accepted the invitation and approached this Warbeast.