Devocraft

Ending 2......
Torrent lost control of his vision. As if an unseen shackle was controlling his head his eyes left the arcane table and rested on the entrance. He saw a glossy shadow resting on the stone wall. The gloss started moving toward him. He heard a voice. "Why have you taken my son? Every soul is individual. The ones we love and the ones we care about are separate and distinct from us."

A body materialized in the direction of the voice. Torrent looked in fear, still clutching the dagger. The unseen power originated from his arch-nemesis, Dr. Mark. Dr. Mark raised his hand and the dagger flew to it, out of Torrent's hands. Torrent was thrown backwards towards the wall.

Waking up a couple minutes later the dungeon was ordinary. Torrent rested his view on the arcane table. Revenge had barely escaped him. His power felt diminished. His capacity felt squandered. He focused in frustration, feeling the tension in his veins and vessels. He screamed out.

When his throat was raw he realized tears had been flowing down his face. Then he had an idea. He gathered himself and slowly walked out of the room with a new calmness that resounded in every stride.