Power, the only way to describe that feeling was power. An overwhelming power that flooded his body at every waking moment , rivalled in intensity only by the feeling of pain that clawed at his corpse as he burned.
Burned? Yes, he was burning, burning with white hot fire, an unspeakable pain, relentless agony, time ceased to exist. Only this torture.
Deep inside, he wished for it to end, and fortune smiled upon him, one last time.
An eternity passed, and his torment receded, bringing him back from the precipice of madness. His time spent in the kiln had destroyed him, and yet, he lived.
The Wanderer opened his eyes slowly, almost drearily ,his time in the kiln having clearly taken a toll on him, who knew burning for all eternity could tire you out like so? As he finally found the energy to fully release the hold that sleep had on him, he was greeted with the sight of a star ridden night sky, and of a shattered moon.
Slowly, taking his time, he got up into a sitting position, carefully examining his surroundings. Immediately he was hit with a wave of both vertigo, and confusion. It seems his body had not yet fully recovered. Yet that was not his most pressing problem at the moment, his greatest concern so far, was where in the name of Gwyn was he?
His surroundings were completely different from those of the kiln, in fact, completely different from any he had witnessed in Lordran, and considering the shattered moon that hung above his head, he didn't think he was in Lordran anymore.
'but none of the constellations are here, never mind the fact that the moon is shattered, has it really been that long? Have I truly spent eons in the kiln?
His musings were cut short by the snarl of a beast. He turned his head towards the noise. In front of him was a creature the likes of which he had never seen. Similar in shape to that of a wolf, but with almost Human hands. It's eyes glowed red with a deep and burning hatred of all things living. No, all things human.
Whilst he had never seen a creature like this before, the feeling it gave off was like that of the abyss. It was like oolacile all over again.
He quickly shot up into a fighting stance, his hands already grasping at the hilt of his blade, however his body had not yet recovered, and he stumbled lightly. The creature, almost sensing his weakness, attacked with no mercy and no regard for its own safety. He barely managed to evade the attack in time, still being scraped by the massive claws. Fortunately it was merely a flesh wound... Or what would equate to a flesh wound to him, which would essentially be a lethal cut to anyone else.
Taking note of his surroundings and how he could use them to his advantage, a half baked plan forms itself in his mind. He waits as the Beast turns itself around, ready for another frenzy.
As its claws are coming down towards him, he dodges to the side, watching with great joy as the monsters paws are wedged deep into a tree.
Stuck there, and unable to move, the creature pulls back on its arm frantically, in a futile attempt to dislodge itself. Not giving beast a chance to recuperate, The Wanderer, now behind his opponent, unsheathes his sword and decapitates the abyssal creature in one fluent motion, no mistakes, no unnecessary movements. As soon as the blade is drawn, it is placed back in its scabbard.
'strange, the neck gave more resistance than I thought it would, those neck muscles didn't seem that tense' as he muses on why the decapitation was harder than it should have been, the tree on which the now disintegrating beast was previously stuck, started falling down, before collapsing completely.
'ah, that would be why, it seems I should be more careful with my sword swings, I don't have the careful precision I used to. I hope it doesn't take me too long to get back to my previous state.'
He was about to leave, when he noticed something on the ground, something which wasn't entirely unexpected, but also relatively surprising.
On the floor, where the corpse of the creature he had killed was supposed to be, there was a small black sprite. As he picked it up he examined it, his face lit up in surprise "a sprite... If humanity!"
AN: Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to test the waters, see if those who liked the original version of this would also like the rewrite. I also wanted to show that I have, in fact, kept my promise, and this will not end up like the original, abandoned and discontinued more than a year later. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this, please do leave a review, that would be very much appreciated.