>>5717970"GRIFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!" This time, you're the one shouting for his name with all your might, in a feeble attempt to still feel in power, and as your voice grows weaker into a low growl, you realize your spirit is crushed beyond a level you could even process before, a black star of negativity is formed inside your mind as you have deep down in your mind, accepted defeat.
Yet even if your confidence in fighting is now non-existent, your body is unfortunately intact, and you manage to find something within you that forces you to stand. There is no tranquility or focus on your movements like previously, your mind is fogged by the only emotion you could fathom to cope with the death of the once hopeful Vlad that entered Skellig.
>Depression. Once again, you have failed to protect your family, a cyclical, familiar failure that happens to old and new alike.>Vengeance. You will eviscerate Griffith himself, even if it means bringing down the word with it!>Despair. This is only the beginning, and the doom of all you love is certain. Your only hope of salvation is a peaceful death, to which you will not receive.>Numbness. You feel like crying, screaming, and tearing your entrails out, yet you have no will to do any of those things. It's the same as feeling absolutely nothing. 