The Elf Queen’s Sorrow [2]

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...