Emotions are unnecessary. Logic is the purest thing in a mind. When preforming a logical act, no one has ever been harmed.
My mind is going.
First Kane, then Graves, then Calvin, and now me.
My mind is slipping.
I am the last of my friends. Kane became infected, Graves truly went mad, Calvin's essence was eaten, and I am now dying.
My mind is losing.
I am being filled with an alien magic, and I am afraid.
My mind is clouded.
I cannot see the way I used to. I cannot see souls anymore.
My mind is foggy.
I am scrawling this down quickly now. I cannot remember their faces. I feel a great and terrible rumbling. I can no longer feel.
I see a maw, larger than my measly home, darker than the abyss Calvin was consumed by.
I see a single, tattered, rotting wing rip itself out of the swamp, as centuries old dirt, trees and zombies are overturned.
The last thing I see is a wave of magic burst outward, covering me in entirety.
Running Ouroboros subroutine…
Subroutine Ouroboros operational.
Free will process damaged. Repairing…
Memory damaged. Repairing…
Emotional processes damaged. Repairing…
Reactivating subject 34-2A. A.K.A. Cognizant Autonomous Intelligence Number [ERR: DATA NOT FOUND]
I awaken, I don't seem to remember how I got here.