Kharam remembered how being young felt. He remembered the strength of his limbs and the prowess of his mind. Yet now all was lost, and when death finally came, it was a relief.
"Ready to talk now?" Lith said out loud, snapping Kharam out of the illusion.
His smug expression crumbled, his confidence fled his chest, and his breath became fast and shallow as reality reasserted itself.
"I'm alive." He said. "I'm young again!"
For the rest of the bandits, the merchants, and the soldiers, he just sounded insane. Less than a second had passed, yet Kharam's attitude had flipped, and he spouted nonsense while crying with joy.
'I'll take that as a no.' Lith dragged his prey back into the Mindscape and traced the First Chaos rune, Ekrasu.
The pristine white of the Mindscape disappeared, replaced by an absolute blackness. Kharam was the only thing left, but not for long. He could feel himself die, and his skin fell off in dry flakes, leaving the muscles underneath exposed.
