The orc's isolation went on for three days in total. Three days during which his wildest dreams came back to haunt him. Meryl kept appearing to him as Claudia and tormented the colonel in the night, her presence had never been rejected despite the blatant use of magic in the camp and the corpse Candle had awakened next to once.
He was slowly accepting his dementia. On the third day, he tried something else for his night of fantasy. He grabbed the illusion by its neck and strangled her. But the woman on him wasn't reacting at all despite his efforts to kill it. He was sweating profusely when for the first time, Meryl whispered in his ear and gave up on her mysterious apparitions.
"Sweetie, if it was this simple I would've done it myself."
