There was a moment after the fight where time stood still. Blood stopped dripping from the wounds that my opponent opened on me. My party stopped chatting and rummaging through the battlefield. There was no more breeze. Before me was a massive, powerful creature, whose life I had just snuffed out. Moments ago we were playing – as deadly a game as it gets – without a fear in the world. That moment was now gone.

Some other memories filled this empty space – memories about another group of…