A group of psionics were sent to the tomb. Communication was cut as well as with the previous members of the group. Later they will find fragments of the records of the commander of the search group. "Once here, we lose our inspiration every hour. Some of us no longer see the meaning in our teaching. With every hour, fear is replaced by decline, emptiness. We hold on to life, all of us! Why? My comrades are disgusting to me. I hate them. Their breathing, their heartbeat makes me feel uncomfortable. That's all .. I gave them peace. Towards evening I found a room with mirrors. There is nothing here. But in the mirror I do not recognize myself. Who is this? " WIP https://render.ru/xen/threads/mertvyj-mir-psionik-nekromant.179755/