Joureny towards phoenix territory

As Blake ran through the forest with speed following the directions on his map, he was eager to get his revenge. But there was a chance he could lose if all of them ganged up on him, so Blake had to think of a plan.

Although Blake didn't know much about the group of Hunters he did know about that speedy guy. 'prefect' Blake thought as a idea hit him.

On the map showed a small village in between where he could use as a resting place, after a few more hours the forest, trees where far away as now was a plain flat green grassy ground and a dirt pathway in the middle which led to a small light.

It was dark out but the village had tons of lights, chattering, music could be heard as Blake got closer he was met with a medium size area filled with stone wooden structures, torches all around and what looks to be a parade of humans.

Blake got a bit closer as he was now visible to the people who stared at him in curiosity as a elder from the village came to greet Blake..

"hello, good sir why have you come here " Said the old wrinkle man with a grayish short hair and a wooden stick as he walked more towards Blake.

"do you have any rooms open for the night, i was traveling and got lost when it became dark and luckily saw a bright light and found this area" Responded Blake knowing full well he was making tons of lies as he quietly had his gaurd up as he knew best of his past experiences.

Its been one hour since the encounter of the village and Blake had settled down in this small wooden shack which was the only room left for stay.

Something was strange about this village though, Its only been a hour but the loud noises hadn't stop one bit. Blake felt a weird gut feeling but he didn't want to investigate further and slowly faded to sleep...

Blake woken up to loud noises as he was still half asleep, he went out to get some air.. it felt like hours but it was still dark out as the village lights were the only thing that lighted the area as the parade of people sang songs while dancing.

Although it was still night, Blake had enough rest. He went back in the shed to get his handmade bag and went on his way out of the village..

Only to be stopped by the same elder, "good sir, you have slept well but now you must pay up as we are very hungry" Said the old man as the wooden stick turn out to be a sharp sword as the old man charged towards Blake with his wooden sharp sword to perice him.

Blake instinctively acted as he pulled out his hidden stone dager since he left his axe in the forest to not be suspicious of the villagers, The old man head was now sliced off.. But the old man body didn't fall to the ground.

Instead all the other humans took out sharp weapons to attack Blake but these weren't humans... Slowly all the "Humans" turned into hairy figures they looked like spiders but the figure of a human.

The old headless man walked towards the bloody green head on the ground and picked it up and attached it back..

Its been 4 hours now and Blake struggling to breath as the sky hadn't change one bit and the spider like monster were charging attacking Blake, No matter how much Blake tried they wouldn't die. Green Blood would pour out of the monsters wound only to regenerate as if nothing happened.

Blake was exhausted as the only weapon he had was a small stone dager which was a about to crack. Anytime Blake made a run for it he would be stoped by these spider like monsters..

(somewhere in the universe)

The room was filled with emerald floors the huge pillars which held up the blue shiny roof and twelve huge golden thrones, and twelve huge figures. Who were they? they were God's each had there respective titles but why were all twelve here?..

Every 1000th year gods from all around the Twelve pillars would be summoned to a grand palace to discuss ideas for changes to the universe.