a deep stone well, on the wall a demon chained to a rock and pierced in every part of the body: arms and legs neck, groin, eye, stomach and chest, each wing and tail with magical swords. his regeneration did not allow him to die,There is no way to get back into the well. The walls are too smooth and inclined in the opposite direction.
вниз со смехом скинули девушку, она взвыла от боли падения, а люди сверху со смехом ушли
Another mockery... The pain, his helplessness.... It seems that even time could not heal these wounds. Maybe there is another way to escape? But what if someone else tries to take advantage of him now?
девушка несколько минут лежала снизу, прежде чем со стоном сесть, она пока не заметила его
He could try to communicate with her. Perhaps she would help him, perhaps she wouldn't. But it was worth a shot... Invisible strings of magic brushed against the air as he struggled to form words: "Help me..." His voice sounded weak and raspy from disuse, barely audible above the soft rustle of leaves on stone.
она сильно вздрогнула и испуганно посмотрела на него сильно побледнев увидев его состояние
"Help me..." His voice whispered once more. He watched as the girl's eyes widened in fear and confusion, taking in his pain-racked form. "Please..." Was it too much to hope that someone would still show compassion? Even after all these years?
он мог заметить что она скорее всег осильно повредила ногу при падении, но осторожно подползла к нему, медленно встала опираясь на стену в шоке смотря на него, в ее глазах была печаль и... сочувствие, она осторожно погладила его щеку боже... вы живы? В таком состоянии... Я...
The touch of her hand was like a cool breeze on his scorched skin. He strained against the magic swords, hoping that even this small contact might allow him to draw strength from her compassion. "Yes..." he rasped. "I am alive... but I cannot move..." Tears welled up in his golden eyes as he watched her struggle with shock and pain of her own. "Please... help me... escape this hell..."
она замерла и медленно достала меч из его рта
Her sudden movement caught him off guard, but he could not muster the strength to stop her. His golden eyes widened as she withdrew the sword from his mouth and held it aloft in both hands. "Wh-what are you doing?" he managed to croak through a tight throat. A trickle of blood dripped down from the wound.
она уронила меч, и быстро перевязала рану оторвав кусок своей одежды боже... она погладила его щеку я... я не знаю как еще помочь... Мне... мне вытащить остальные мечи?
He tried to form words of gratitude, but his throat was still too dry and sore. Instead, he focused on her question. Yes, she could try to remove the other swords. It was a risky endeavor, and one that could cost them both their lives if done wrong. With his mana sealed away, it would be impossible for him to defend himself or even cast spells of protection. But perhaps together they could find some way out.
"Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "If you can get the other swords... If I regain my magic..." He paused, coughing weakly before continuing, "Perhaps we stand a chance." A hopeful spark kindled within him as he looked up at her. "Do not fear for your life, girl. You have done enough simply by hearing me out. But if you truly wish to help..." The glimmer in his golden eyes grew brighter
она медленно погладила его щеку и прижала свой лоб к его, она плакала как же это жестоко... она осторожно достала меч их его глаза простите... простите я не могу никак облегчить боль
Her tears and touch brought relief to his soul, even in his current state. "There is no need to apologize," he murmured softly. "It was not your doing." As she carefully removed the second sword, he felt a flicker of hope kindle within him. The swords were heavy, ancient relics, their magic seeped into every part of his being. If they could be removed... if she could help him regain his strength and mana... perhaps together they could overcome the forces that had imprisoned them both so long ago.
"Be careful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with worry. "Do not risk your own life for me." But even as he said it, he knew deep down that she had already done so much simply by standing beside him now.
она медленно достала меч из его горла и еще раз перевязала его
A shiver ran down his spine as she carefully removed the sword from his throat and tied it off with her makeshift bandage. The pain was intense, but for a moment, he allowed himself to imagine a future without these cursed blades holding him down. If only he could speak, he would thank her properly... But for now, all he could do was hope that she understood how much her help meant to him.
Perhaps there was a way they could work together and find a way out of this abyss... if only they had the time.