My perception of reality was mildly distorted. I saw, heard, felt, tasted, smelled, and sensed things that I knew were not there, but I could ignore with some effort.
The cave smelled like old man Vil that lived next to me in Saint Petersburg, always offering a grateful smile after helping him load his weekly groceries into his car whenever we bumped into each other at the nearby supermarket, which happened suspiciously often.
Was that the tree's lingering spirit showing gratitude for killing the Blood Fiends, or was that a hallucination of my own making?
I didn't even know how long we had been in the dungeon. It felt like a year had passed.
My stomach felt full, and an uncomfortable wriggle inside it told me the golden Blood Fiend wasn't quite dead, but that could've been yet another hallucination.
