Death. Horror of not being. One’s story cut short. The rending agony of never embracing loved ones again. Eternal stillness and darkness. All of it pierced Dayraven and became his own thoughts, took over his mind until he became the man. The soldier of Caergilion reached out blindly and withered to the earth. Dayraven withered with him, sharing the final memories flooding the man’s mind as if they were his.
