Through Virtual Eyes

On the way out of Rockgrove, I find a remote corner with a rug, laid out like an invitation. I collapse onto it, and for a moment, I just lie there. Slowly, the heat of the battle starts to fade. Funny, ain't it? Minutes ago I was screaming, blood spattering across my face, my blades findin' flesh again and again. And now I'm here, feelin' the soft rug under my fingertips. My breath comes steady. Calm. Even. This is the kinda peace I crave! Earned after battlin' against impossible odds... and winning!