I was lying on my back, stretched out on the cold floor, lost in the meanders of my thoughts. My vacant gaze pierced the ceiling without really seeing it, while my mind drifted, tossed about by the turmoil of this relentless chaos.
I knew, deep down, that I had no other choice. I had to move forward, no matter the cost, face the inevitable, even if each step seemed to bring me closer to a bottomless abyss. But… it was hard. Terribly hard.
A nagging question gnawed at me: had I really made the right choice by dragging Lysara into this senseless madness? Had I not, deep down, sealed her fate, condemning her to a hell even crueler than the slavery I had wanted to free her from? A bitter taste, heavy with guilt, rose in my throat, almost choking me under the weight of my own doubts.
