Nothing... But Chars and Cinders

The fog had thinned to nothingness, and Rowan was surprised that daybreak had arrived. It did not seem so long ago when the sun rose yesterday, a full day had been consumed by the chaos and despair.

He had experienced so much, yet he could close his eyes… and easily remember when he was a miner digging through the earth or when he was a frail Noble brat, who buried his head in books and dreams. Now in less than a week. He had become something different.

In less than a week, he had seen death and suffering far more than he could have ever imagined. He had killed and 𝘸𝘢𝘴 killed. This should have been a terrible dream, but he was awake and aware of all of it. So, what does that make reality but a nightmare?

What would he have to become to survive this reality? What atrocities was he willing to commit? What sacrifices was he willing to make?