The arms of darkness were welcoming. It was the peace that had made him dwell in their comfort. Thinking was almost impossible, but he dared it anyway. What had happened? The answer to the question hovered in his head as he remembered. The taskmaster had harassed them again, and he had killed them. He had taken a life. He had broken one of his sacred vows.
Nadi opened his eyes, trying with failed attempts to breathe normally. Darkness stretched towards every corner, too thick that they could form a coat of their own. He had not dreamed today. The nightmare was getting less frequent and he was glad for it. Running away from some evil manic was bad in itself. Perhaps he was destined for hardship. His life would not get any easier. Even in his dream, he was still subjected to poverty and har
