The 2nd Rune of Torment

*this is an account of the actions as seen by a 3rd party witnessing it and is not written in the view from Drecq's personal view.*

He was facing more spirits and monsters than he had in the past it seemed that the cave was teaming with the likes of soul-less spirits and monsters that used the cave as a place to rest. His sword had fell several enemies already and he was growing slightly tired from swinging his sword and shield so much. Despite that he knew he couldn't give up here or he may not make it out of the cave alive and he really didn't want to be resurrected by the Gods and Goddess again at the Monument.


"I guess I can try the second of the Runes...though I question its toll on me considering the last one." He spoke to himself as another monster approached quickly and took a swing at him and he was able to block it with his shield and then swing his sword upwards catching the monster off guard and able to slice it from the ribs ups its shoulder before it slumped over dead.


He quickly slammed his sword into the ground and drew his hunting dart and stabbing his palm he let the blood trickle to the ground before reciting a small incantation and watching the blood wind around him forming a summoning circle and a new rune appears upon his armor and begins to glow. His eye glows red as fire and a small flame bursts forth and then red energy shines through where his lost eye is.


His armor glows crimson red and suddenly he finishes the incantation with, "Second Rune of Torment, Torment of the Mind's Eye."


In a matter of moments, his body convulses and he lets out a hellish beastly roar as images fill his mind with untold horrors and they play like him seeing events in real life causing his mind to into a frenzy. He sees images of his past, those he admired, those he loved, those that he watched both close and afar and the horrible deeds that could befall them at any time. The things he saw he could never bring himself to mention and he could barely comprehend what was going on.


Within moments he gripped the sword hilt and begun his assault of the monsters and spirits around him as he unleashed a fury greater than that of what was done with the first Rune. His mind filled with image after image and it filled him with rage and desperation. His body moved like fluid through the air as he found himself using his sword, shield and bare hands as a weapon. He even found himself headbutting a monster so hard it cracked the monster's skull.


His rage took over and in a moment he lost all thoughts all sense of self and in an instant, it felt like he had seen a light and then all things fell silent and then he came to. He stood in the center of the cave and there around him was the fallen monsters.


He was so exhausted he simply collapsed there where he stood using his sword to hold himself up he could barely breathe his lungs burned and his heart raced, his ears rang and his body ached.


"If this is the power of the first two Runes...there is no telling what the third rune will do...that said...I can begin to see why the last rune the Fourth is not one to be taken lightly."