"Knight…"
"Brother…"
"Supreme Leader…"
My eyes are pried open as I listen to these voices in what appears to be an endless abyss of darkness. A despondent eerie color surrounds me, and I feel silhouettes, shadows with ominous shades of terrifying blackness close in on me.
"Why did you abandon us, Knight?" A deformed dwarf appears from the depths of the darkness and points at me accusingly.
I take one step back, but I feel my back hit something sturdy.
The moment I turn to look at what is behind me, I notice a monolith of a man.
Ebony skin, now pale like a corpse.
He looks at me with pitch-black eyes, with thick, inky liquid pouring from his seven orifices.
"The war is not yet over, brother. Where are you going?"
Once again, I try to make a tactical retreat, but I feel something making a firm grip on my legs.
I look below and see the Former Minister of Combat.
Her eyes are bloodshot.
Her hair is crazed, and she appears wretched.
