I could feel it, or rather I couldn't, heat. I was cold, I was no longer perpetually being held to the flames. I could feel my body shrink and almost melt as I came to the realization. I was still unconscious though, and I could feel hands. I was being carried by someone, or maybe even something.
I wasn't getting hurt though so I did not panic. The dryad was also surely still in the forest, so I did not worry. As much as I hated the thing, I knew it would find me. It was the one that had caused everything in the first place. It must have been eager to see the fruits of its labor.
I was right, as on queue I'd hear thunder, and feel a familiar presence. It was familiar, but, after all I had experienced, I recognized its energy. It was demonic, it emanated hell's aura, and densely too. It was way more powerful than anything I had killed while I was in the pit. As it approached me, my body would move on its own, remembering the torture it had endured.
