Betrayal (2)

My body is weightless, my vision shrouded in darkness. I hear nothing. My ears feel as though they have been stuffed, leaving only the distant echo of my own heartbeat and the tingling sensation in my fingertips. The metallic taste of iron coats my tongue, thick and suffocating. Then, without warning, a cascade of images floods my mind.

A man with black hair—his eyes wet with tears as I drive a blade through him. Viena, lost in a sea of people, desperately searching for something. A procession of figures, some of the Death Knights, appearing before me in fleeting glimpses. They kneel. Then, a golden figure speaking to another. A palace of gold. They raise their heads, gazing at the world, bathed in crimson hues, at the sky—no, a land—no, an entire planet veiled in shades of deep blue.

My ears remain deaf, yet fragmented words seep through the void:

"Stolen… imprisoned…"