You are dreaming and it is the same dream every time. The intoxicating feeling of success, standing over your dead foe, it's like nothing you have ever felt before. You are triumphant, your powers are unmatched... but already you are doomed. You turn back the way you came. If only you had chosen differently, but no, it is too late now. Too late for anything but torment. You awake, screaming.
