Complete blackness overwhelmed Seth's vision, so much so that he couldn't even see the end of his own nose.

There was a churning in his stomach as gravity constantly shifted around him, his arms and legs flailing helplessly in the air. He had been consumed and engulfed in the pile of skulls, the victims of his mad body double and now he was simply falling, turning head over heels as he plummeted through the unending darkness.

His mind was scrambled, having difficulty focusing on coherent thought. He was still reeling from the horrifying image he had been presented with, something which he couldn't help but think was anything but a dreadful vision of his future.

Time, space, gravity. Up and down. All of it was beginning to lose meaning as he continued to fall, or was he flying? Soaring to the heavens as his soul departed his body.

A thunderous boom echoed throughout the endless Abyss as Seth's back slammed into an invisible floor, finally bringing an end to his century-long fall.

Standing slowly, Seth brushed himself off and looked around. He could finally see his own hands as he wriggled his fingers. Right and left, flesh and blood exactly where they were supposed to be. No extra fingers, or missing ones.

Seth paused for a second, tilting his head as a frown slowly deepened on his brow. His eyes narrowed at his hands as he wiggled his fingers again, glancing between the two. There was something nagging at the back of his mind, a little voice that he couldn't quite hear... but he couldn't entirely tone out either.

'Is that right? Yeah, Hands... I'm definitely supposed to have hands. No wait... It's not right. Not right...'

He narrowed his eyes more, the thought growing louder in his mind until a bright flash of light before him sent the thought skittering back into the shadows like a cockroach.

The light blinded Seth, forcing him to raise his hand to shield his eyes, before it began to dim. As the light receded, it coalesced into a towering figure, built like a mountain and who had a great, big bushy beard covering their chin, as well as the majority of their chest.

The Giant Dwarf made of pure light hefted a colossal, double sided axe onto his shoulder and let out a hearty, yet somehow still sinister laugh.

"HAHAHAHA! You really out did ya'self Boy! I really must thank you for bringin' me back to life, and for givin' me such a nice new body. Not nearly as good as ma old one, far too scrawny. And what's with that face? Where's your hair boy!

Argh! People better not start mistakin' me for a woman!"

"A new body? Like Hell I'll ever let you take my body you sausage fingered motherfucker!"

The Dwarf threw his head back, letting out another hearty laugh as if he had said the most hilarious joke the world had ever seen. He shrugged his shoulder, sliding the axe off and letting it swing into his other hand so he was holding it in a casual, two handed grip.

"Oh, You ain't, ain't cha? Is that really how you think this is goin' boy? Lemme tell you somethin' real quick then.

You ain't gotta give me permission to take what I already got. I'm just here to get rid of the little rat still infestin' my new body."

The black abyss behind the Gigantic Dwarf swirled, the darkness peeling away to reveal a circular screen showing a chilling image.

The Dragon woman lay dead at his feet, her face twisted in terror as crimson blood trickled from the gash in her throat.

Julius slumped on the other side of the room, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, with the wall behind his battered body having been shattered into fragments from a powerful impact.

Front and centre of the image, was Astra, her expression wrought with terror, betrayal and horror. The exact same expression he had seen from his vision. Her eyes were bulging, tears trickling down her cheeks as she silently begged for answers.

A question she couldn't properly ask, as there was a pair of hands wrapped tightly around her throat, choking the life out of her. It wasn't just a random image, but something from his own perspective.

Pulling his eyes away from the screen, Seth looked down at his own hands to find them trembling. He wanted to find some imperfection in the video, but there was no denying these two hands were the same one in the video.

It was what his eyes were truly seeing.

"I'll... I'll... I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Pushing off the invisible ground they stood on, Seth lunged forwards with unbrideld fury. His hands shot towards the Dwarf's throat, fingers curled like claws ready to rip and tear.

A strong, meaty fist smacked into his face mid-lunge, sending him flying back further than he had leapt. He bounced off the invisible ground, skipping like a rock as his body tumbled like a rag-doll.

When he finally skidded to a stop, Seth pulled himself from the ground and gritted his teeth, only to find the Dwarf looming over him.

"Look at ya Boy. No friends, No weapons and No little toys to save ya. You should just give up now, Make this easy on ya. But if you wanna resist, Well... I'm gonna have some fun with it."

He gripped Seth's hair, lifting him clear off the ground, before slamming his fist into Seth's face again, launching him across the endless Abyss once more.

***

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep

A rhythmic, consistent digital beeping echoed within a particular room of the -CLASSIFIED- Facility. This room had clean white walls reminiscent of a hospital, made from a mixture of Synthetic materials - some of which didn't officially exist.

If you were to ask where on earth this facility was located, you would be killed before ever hearing the answer. For simply knowing about its existence was something that was not allowed to be known except for those who worked there, never mind where it was located.

Even those who did know of its existence, which were only 42 in total, were killed, but in a less literal sense. To be inducted into this facility, they had given up their former lives and their very identity, being given new names. The employees of the -CLASSIFIED- facility were, very conveniently, named after their job within the facility, and a number. It was split evenly between Scientists and Guards.

For instance, there was a blonde, middle aged man currently leaning back in a chair, his feet up on a very expensive and complicated looking table filled with buttons, dials and various readouts, as he slept soundly. This man was now named Scientist 19.

Scientist 19 had been lulled to sleep by this rhythmic beeping, a beeping that had stayed perfectly consistent for the decades that he had been working in this facility. At least, he assumed it was decades. They were unable to see the sun, not just for the lack of windows, but also for the fact that they were buried deep within the earth within the -REDACTED- region.

He was loudly snoring as he stayed reclined in his chair, the rhythmic beeping acting as a lullaby.

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... BeepBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

Scientist 19 shocked himself awake with a particularly loud snore, tipping his chair too far back and falling out of it. He groaned as he hit the floor, his hand batting around for the alarm clock that was going off before the facts of reality finally hit him.

He shot to his feet, a mixture of panic and confusion painting his face as he hurried back over to the screens displaying a pulsating line and a number which was currently climbing in value. His hands danced across the keyboard, desperately pulling up security camera footage within the facility and pulled it onto his other monitors.

As he was working, Scientist 13 - a short woman with brown skin and an accent that was a mixture of East Coast American and Punjabi - burst into the room. Her hair was a frizzy mess, having just leapt out of bed as she frantically looked around from answers.

Through the open doorway behind her, an alarm was currently blaring and echoing throughout the entire facility. Hurried and panicked figures scrambled through the corridors, like ants that had their colony breached, all as baffled as the rest.

"What is going on? Are we being invaded?"

"No. It's something wrong with the subject... Fuck fuck FUCK! This doesn't make sense. This can't be happening. 70 years of nothing and then all of a sudden... It doesn't make any sense, what changed? Why now?"

Scientist 19 spoke with a thick Germanic accent, his hands frantically typing as he searched for answers. Finally, he pulled up the one security camera he didn't want to look at, the first camera they had ever installed and the most important one in the entire facility.

The display on the monitor, however, only increased his panic and confusion. For painted across his monitor was a single image, a pair of dread inducing eyes burning with golden flames.