[the fear:

It begins with a sense of power, the exertion of power. Having it, like a wellspring in your body. Seeing nothing but light, pushing for creation, accomplishing a goal -- nothing but exertion and strength, and the joy of strength, hearing and seeing the world in a whole new way. It's a beautiful feeling, and terrifying, raw power, raw energy.

Then your vision clears, that sense of power fades, and all around you are dead bodies, lying silent. There is no blood, no wounds, no explanation for how they died, but they lay in sad piles around you, faces locked in endless grimaces. They're faces you recognise. People from other teams, and knights. Then, perhaps, you will all see your own dead faces. And as you look upon your own faces, you come to realise the reason why everyone around you is dead. It was you. Your power, that sense of completion and raw energy. You've killed everyone. You can't control your own strength. With all that power, all of that productivity, you've only brought death and ruin and pain. And it'll always be the same.

You'll never achieve anything.


That was cheerful!]