It was incredibly cold, just as it had been in the eighty years of Arges life.
The ground was covered red ice, dark and partially fractured from endless amount of fighting from what he could tell, many parts of it chipped off, perhaps because the person, whoever they were, that resided within this place that Avere could only refer to as hell to be within, could not bare to do nothing in here.
Bodies, dead, long since, piled the sides, all unanimously having died, some having fought with beasts he did not even dare name, also laying here, many of which had more mouths than eyes or bodily parts, very much making him feel disgust and churning up his stomach as he saw their freakishly big naked bodies, not that they were ever truly wearing clothes.
One of the monsters, the most disgusting one from what he could tell, had even half-eaten another person, through something he could only describe as a mouth resembling both an eye and an an#s, making him wish he had the ability to throw up.
Alas, though, it was so cold in this plane, that not even his very own wings, having freshly been returned to his form, something he would eternally thank Adelius for, if they did truly stay, would be able to fly, freezing from the colder air that was destined to be situated a bit higher.
He didn't even notice he wasn't able to see the ground from the endless amount of blood, neither was he able to see the stars, as if even their very fire had been extinguished in this place that seemed to be without dome, unlike the others before it.
Avere himself wore tattered robes, just as some of the dead bodies, a upper armour, though rusty and perhaps worse than non at all, simply protecting his chest and heart, even his mana organ, rather than anything else.
There came light only from far away, shining through a mountain of nameless monsters with more limbs than he had the capability of caring about, and many other bodily parts he did not care to name within his brain, often just trying to forget them quickly.
After some time, having climbed upon one of these mountains, he also saw the corpse of dragon greater than any he had ever imagined, the wings alone spanning many thousand feet, the maw being great enough to devour an entire village at one, each and every one of the countless teeth great enough to rip into a ship and rip it into pieces, the wood probably being easily devoured inside the endlessly great body.
Other than a wyrm, the being he had faced before, this being had four limbs, two of which used as the hindlegs, two used as the front legs, or in some stories and studies, even the hands, gifting them the capability to hold things with relative ease for their long claws, eternally extended, sharp enough to cut any being in half, but dull enough to allow them to walk on the ground without cutting on them...
Actually, Avere sombrely began to realize, perhaps they had some kind of trick behind that...
But the once fierce dragon, having worn cold, white scales that still seemed to freeze the air around it, letting off slight steam, the water in the air freezing from being near the endlessly tall creature, having extended to at least two thousand feet had it stood up entirely, had it*S wings now riddled with countless holes, and even more so, the once golden eyes, burning with endless power, but cold enough to freeze all that saw it, were now dead, milky, tears welling up within, ones tainted red from a ruptured blood vessel.
And even more telling of the dragons demise was the fact that there was a great pillar, made of various weapons, both big and small, both spears and swords, both arrows and maces, piercing right through the endless creature, as if it was just a chicken atop a simple stick, waiting to be roasted, though he had a hunch that this had just been added later on, after the dragon had been weakened, after the fight that had probably caused the death's of the countless corpses, both monstrous and 'human', as Adelius had called them, had already been finished, perhaps as just a precaution to make sure this beast was dead for certain, not just acting.
After a while, a few minutes, of just staring at the slain beast, Avere also started to walk further, having spotted the man he was now supposed to meat, sitting atop the only piece of the coarse dirt in this entire place, right under the endless body of the dragon, still covered in scales underneath, something he could only call a tent, seemingly created by the spike the person had probably created at the end of the battle he might get to see right now.
Walking underneath the dragon, barely able to contain his excitement, forgetting about the countless 'human' corpses around, as well as the grotesque naked bodies of the abominations that seemed to have come from the drawings of children when they imagined the creatures under their beds, he spotted various arrows, mostly made entirely from iron, even the apart that was supposed to be a animal feather, stuck under the endless body.
There were no corpses underneath, the war perhaps having been over, but that still did not stop the ground from having been dyed red, the spike having been covered in a blackish liquid as well, slight strands of golden light interwoven beneath the first darkness of the monstrous corpse, the blood barely even flowing, as if the cold of the body was so great that even the blood could not escape easily.
Nevertheless, as he had already seen before, there was a body sitting underneath it, covered in heavy armour, a great sword, far too broad to be truly of use in a battle, almost as wide as one-and-a-half heads side by side, and a inch thick, sitting in the air besides the person that was now pushing themselves up from the knees, ready to tell their experience, with Avere already bracing himself to catch whatever was about to be thrown at him, if the person chose that method.