Emotions.
I always thought I understood them. Pain, sorrow, anger—I believed I knew what they felt like.
But... I was wrong.
I never truly realized what it meant to experience them.
And on that day, I felt it all.
Pain.
Suffering.
Anger.
Frustration.
I drowned in them, unable to escape. I struggled, but no matter how hard I tried, they swallowed me whole.
No creature, no being—no matter what race they belonged to—should ever endure what I witnessed.
It was beyond cruelty. Beyond horror. It was a glimpse into the depths of despair itself.
No matter where my eyes landed, all I could see was blood. Bones. Raw flesh still clinging to torn clothes, drenched in crimson.
And on that day—
That day, I learned what true fear was.
That day, I learned what true rage was.
That day, I learned what it meant to be powerless.
And after that day...
Something inside me changed. No, it didn't change—it disappeared.
