“Poor bastard, I’m sorry we weren’t fast enough.

“Make sure to burn their rotten corpses and everything they have with them, it is sure to be tainted by the infernal.” He glanced to where a - somehow familiar? - body lay broken and covered with blood and filth. “Filthy Necromancers!” The largest, shiniest man roared, distaste evident in every motion he made. A group of people in armor which blazed with the reflection of the sun were walking toward black-clad bodies now sprawled in ignoble poses. One other detail stood out as I reached the apex of my flight. The sun poured across the landscape with properties more befitting a viscous honey.

The air had a stiff, crisp breeze flowing through it. We were in a mountain range, with a beautiful and lush forest surrounding the base. Bizarrely, I could see everything around me, three hundred sixty degrees in perfect detail. Spit wasn’t red? With an unexpected spasm of his hand, I found myself slipping the surly bonds of earth, that is, I found myself flying. Then he coughed at me, spitting again - wait. “Welcome to your eternity, thief.” The malicious voice spit at me. With a final gasp of pain, I was firmly embedded in the glowing gemstone. The agony became more intense, interrupting all rational thought until all I knew was torment. I imploded into the small gem, which gleamed brighter by the second. I screamed as only a tortured soul is able, albeit silently to the human ear. I found myself being forcefully drawn toward a tiny gem in his hand. With his declaration and an arcane gesture, pain shattered my confused senses - pain more traumatizing than my recent death by repeated stabbing. His mood shifted abruptly as madmen were prone, “to free you, because of your own stupidity! Ha-ha-ha!” A smile was back on his face, though his eyes were manic and unfocused. He loomed over the broken, tortured body I was fleeing, “Dying won’t let you off the hook! Hee-hee-hee! Stealing from me was the worst decision you ever made! Now you will serve me, beg me,” he screamed, spittle flying. “Oh no, you don’t!” The nasal, phlegmy voice of one of the assailants shattered the silence.

Who were ‘they’? Matter of fact, everything was starting to become. This was strange - I couldn’t remember why they killed me. These disgusting people - I use the term ‘people’ with trepidation - were obviously disdainful of all living beings. Laughed! Their squeals of delight were sickening as they reveled in the blood pouring from the jagged knife wounds spread across my chest.

Dungeon born the divine dungeon