Chapter 26 – WacławIs this Oblivion?
I DRIFTED.
The black water swallowed me like a devouring swarm, filling my lungs and mind. At least, I thought it was black. In whatever void I had descended into, it was impossible to know if my eyes were open or shut or if I was even alive.
Was I ever?
My demonic soul sapped my humanity with each passing day. Jaryło had lied about much—his identity, his goals, his willingness to fight alongside us—but I knew he’d told the truth about me. I had felt it my entire life. Whether plowing the fields, wrestling with Kuba, or fighting make-believe monsters in the woods with Otylia, I’d sensed its desire. Undead or living, demons desired žityje to fuel our power.
Our.
Yes, I was like them. Though I had denied the signs, they seemed obvious as I drifted
