As all my senses stopped working as they should, I fell deeper and deeper inside the prison of my own thoughts, with the constant image of carnage reappearing in front of my imaginary sight.
If they stand on my way, I should just kill them. Why bother with all the games?
Losing the last bit of connection to the real world when my sense of touch faded as well, I couldn't help but concentrate on my thoughts alone. Why did I even try to settle this matter in such a roundabout way in the first place?
Those fuckers want to take my Eve away from me, giving them any face is an insult to her!
Pushing those thoughts away with all my strength, I try to call for the system, but don't receive any response back from it. Is this that entropic poisoning that Bonger warned me against? But I didn't use my energy at all! I can clearly say that if I give up to those ideas that are swarming my consciousness, I won't be able to hold back even by a tinies bit!
2/2 for today
I gotta admit, this whole small plotline came out of nowhere, from me doing a small discovery writing. Figuring out how it should go to keep the inner logic of the world and how the magic and energy works took me twice as long as writing this chapter, making me too tired to write even a single chapter more.
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