Whether the Lady Adima was a cultist who gave herself over willingly to this deception or just another innocent victim of Vaermina’s Omen may never be known. It is unfortunate that her only release from this puppetry can be death.
But is that not what death is? A release from the restraints of our mortality; the shackles of our senses, the chains of our conscience, the mercuriality of our emotions, and the service to our flesh. Is life nothing more than playing the marionette for the mundus?
I fear my lack of soul begins to mark my outlook … I fear that by and by I am becoming the monster I must fight hardest against.