Cold breeze of wind Swinging around leave's waving and tossing them, Whether was clear and sun was scorching hot. Ray's of sunlight passing through calpoly and hitting the ground.
In middle of rock and minor stones, was laying a man facing down, his body had many wounds and cuts everywhere. As if someone had beaten him with something Sharpe and heavy, his clothes were filled with countless blood sheet's, still some blood dropping down from beneath his hands. Flowing down beneath the rocks was filled with blood pool.
The young man's eyes suddenly open wide in shock, and let out a painful scream. Then he looked down to see what was the pain he saw a many wounds on his right hand, he looked so much in shock he could even process wether scream or cry.
"Why?...am..i..here.. wasn't i..in..cough.. cough" said, but his voice trembling and not very clear, he clearly facing difficulty to even speak.
He carefully and in pain tried to go down from this rocks, he was carefully using his legs to balance him, but his legs were not in the best condition, so he facing pain and difficulty and he was using his left hand to balance his body. His right seems more injured then his right hand.
"These Rock's are not naturally here someone had put it here, why can't i fell any spritual energy here" said with a doubtful expression.
He closed his both eyes and started looking inside his body, then used his spritual sense to examine the body, the thing he saw was surprising, he had no spritual veins he had the core to store it but not the veins to collect the energy from the surrounding.
He finds himself with a waste body but he didn't mind it," this body is waste for others but. Not, for me. I can observe