Kinahen jumped awake from his slumber, haunted by the day’s incident. He was out of breath, suddenly in cold sweat. He hoped he hadn’t screamed in his sleep...
He couldn’t shake off the vision of the corrupted Seth jumping him, losing power over his own body, forced to watch his peer’s face stretch and morph into something so uncanny, straight out of his nightmares... Witnessing the brutal murder of Eriann, the sweet child he was tasked to protect...
The immense weight his failure gave him no rest, no escape... He absently gazed to his left, noticing his injured arm was trembling. He slowly reached for it, grasping the stitched up, bandaged limb of his, squeezing it tightly, urging it to stop trembling. It didn’t stop. He squeezed harder, until red blotches started to form from beneath. He grit his teeth in anguish, afraid this wouldn’t be the end of it...