Broken Spirits (event)
I do not know how much time has passed since I have been locked in combat with the spirits of the mask. Repelling another one of their relentless assaults, I immediately brace myself for the next...
But nothing comes. Instead, the mask shudders, the ethereal form behind it merely a faint halo, and suddenly collapses upon itself, crumpling beyond what any material would allow. With merely a whimper, existence reasserts itself as I collapse in the empty room from equal parts relief and exhaustion.
I am me, I am mine.