Why did I not give my all when I fought, and the truth was both bitter and hard for me to properly articulate in my head.
I knew they would not survive, and yet I wanted them to, but then, there was the cold part of me that noted that if my friends died in the claws of the Khaaz, they would have a relatively quick death, and the last thing I wanted was for them to die to the corruption of a Narghul Sorcerer.
I could not protect them, and so I wanted them to die more easily… I hate myself for this decision.
The demons were endless, and if I fought with everything I had, then I would buy them time, but there were worse monsters ahead; the Khaazim were coming.
We had three Adepts here, Commander Rel had vanished, but the Khaazim, Adept-grade demons, were in the thousands.
