Random thoughts, even random images, it was harder to tell what was real and what was false in this realm that he found himself in, a game of chess played between a master controller with countless little tools at hand, and him, only a little pawn.
"You won't get anything." But Darde didn't lose himself in this world of illusions, the enemy was trying to pry into his very being, using subterfuge and illusions, probably considering him a fool or weak-minded.
But those kinds of games didn't work on Darde, he had long noticed the lies around him, even with his psyche weakened to extreme under the suppression of whatever force had been holding him down.
"So release me, we can have a normal conversation instead of the one like this." He spoke in a deeper voice, showing no fear towards the individual who placed him in this world that felt closer to a dream than a mental landscape.
