Morality, Reality, Returning

I collapsed on my knees, gasping for breath. "Huff... Huff..."

I still couldn't quite grasp what had just happened. The vision had felt so real, so vivid, that it left me shaken to my core. I thought I died for real, since the pain...

But then, it hit me. That was just a vision, right? I hadn't really been stabbed. I was still alive, and the mage was defeated. Yet, the memory of the dagger piercing my heart lingered, leaving a chill down my spine.

As I caught my breath, another question surfaced in my mind. Did I really just... kill someone? The reality of my actions began to sink in, and a wave of guilt washed over me.

But then, I remembered why I had to do it. The threat the mage posed, the danger he would bring if left alive... I had no choice, did I?

Still, the weight of what I had done hung heavy on my conscience. I wasn't a killer, or at least I didn't think I was. Yet, here I was, standing over the lifeless body of another human being.