Posts from Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

I nod.

When all participants were ready, the ritual began. With each movement of Lin, the pain in Henry’s fingers intensified. However, he was quite successful in repeating the words of the mage. Eventually, his mind found itself in an indescribably terrible and horrifying place, teeming with such bizarre creatures that even Henry’s extensive experience in video games wouldn’t help him describe them. At some point, the guy found himself near a blood-soaked, gigantic black monument, whose height was lost in the sky, if what was above Henry could be called a sky. The monument was covered with inscriptions in a language unknown to the guy. At some point, one of the inscriptions lit up and transformed into text he could understand: "Vaorush-Shonessch".

"Why wasn't I reborn as Doom Slayer? I want a BFG-9000," thought Henry, desperately trying to stay conscious in these new, unexplored layers of madness. Seeing the inscription on the monument, he felt like making some sarcastic remark, but all his sense of humor had vanished by now, and in general, his brain had stopped functioning. The guy saw the inscription, but he didn't understand what to do with it. What is it doing here? What is he doing here? Is it Elvish? More likely Orcish. What a stupid inscription and what a stupid everything, he wishes he could wake up; the previous schizophrenic world was more fun. And not so schizophrenic. By the way, what was he doing there? It seems like he was playing Shadow of Mordor? No, no, it was Vermintide 2?
Suddenly, very close by, as if right from inside his body, a familiar, perpetually panicking voice was heard:
-- Henry!! Say the name! You have to read it! Read the name!
-- Vaorush-Shonessch...

-- Vaorush-Shonessch...

As if from a distance, the voice of a mage was heard.
- I'm writing it down! Repeat it letter by letter!

Shortly before the first torturous procedures began, Lin had time to regret her talkativeness more than once, pondering various cruelties in her mind or aloud – that was one thing, but actively inflicting pain on another living being turned out to be something completely different, and as it soon became clear, the girl had no predisposition to sadism. Nevertheless, it was already too late to abandon what she had started, and it was necessary to bring the matter to an end, so she methodically tortured Henry under the guidance of the sorcerer.

As if from a distance, the voice of a wizard was heard.
- I'm writing it down! Repeat it letter by letter!

*irritated*
-- V-A-O-R-U-ZH-TI-RE-SH-O-N-E-S-S-CH!

*irritated*
-- V-A-R-I-A-N-T-S-S-S!

- Noted! Lin, stop!

Lin stops and falls on her rear.

The strange and incomprehensible world around Henry melts away, like butter on a hot pan, and the young man finds himself back in the chair in the forest. His toes were in terrible condition.
- Hmm, it looks like you'll have to stay with me for a day, - said the mage, looking at Henry's injuries.

-- Huh? What? -- Henry's gaze focused on a certain tree, and then on the old man's face. And then he felt, or rather, remembered, that he was feeling something. -- Aaaah? Aaaah, my fingers, my fingers, aaaah!

-- Huh? What? -- Henry's gaze focused on a tree, then on the old man's face. And then he felt, or rather, remembered, that he was feeling something. -- Aaaah? Aaaah, my fingers, my fingers, aaaah!

Olron uses some kind of spell, and the pain gradually subsides.

“Don’t worry, kid, you’ve still got a long way to go before you’re as old as Old Joe, heh-heh.” The mercenary said encouragingly, nodding.

-- Whew, -- the guy exhaled. -- So, you guys have already invented anesthesia here? Who would have thought... Did it all work out, old man?

—Don't worry, kid, you've still got a long way to go before you're as old as Old Joe, heh-heh. —the mercenary said encouragingly.

-- Is that really supposed to motivate me?

-- Whew, -- the guy exhaled. -- So, you guys have already invented anesthesia here? Who would have thought... Did it work, old man? -- Will this really motivate me?

- Yes. Whoever kills the demon will send the creature into oblivion forever.

-- Excellent, mission completed, -- the guy leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and temporarily forgetting about his legs. -- Ouch. And we buried that water demon near the river earlier; is it okay that we didn't perform any rituals?