Sixty

I was fighting with all I've got on this mysterious battle field. I was fighting with monsters without faces. It was hard but I fought with all I've got. There was no armor, no shield, no peculiar weapon, just one sword—likewise the other monsters. It was like a sword fight and it all looked like I was winning despite being outnumbered. But suddenly, I collapsed to the ground, hot blood gushed out of my heart. I should have died but that world cleared away quickly and I appeared in another. An open field—empty and sandy. I was running, then I fell into a pit. I got enveloped in a metal web, like a chain. I struggled to get out of the chain but it was just too strong and tight. I saw faces above the pit. They jeered at me as they drew me out of the pit. I helplessly watched them roll away the stone at the lake of fire ready to throw me into. I looked around, the people around were strangers—Emiliar, Alistair, Julian, no one was there to help.

Then a voice cam