On a writing spree son!

Pain. Despair. Guilt. The overwhelming flames that scorched Tryfaeria spilled out into the room and flickered violently about the people standing around the illuminating stone. Yaffen and Kazrael yelped, falling to their knees thinking they could avoid the image painted in their senses, unable to hide their sight even after closing their eyes. Ced, watching with suspicious interest, took in as much as he could. His gaze flickered to Thadd, who had crumpled to his knees. Tears streaked his face, and from between his grit teeth, blood trickled down his chin. He held his bleeding hand up still, palm towards the mirror as it belched forth the horrendous carnage that had raped the Kingdom of Tryfaeria. So many Ghalanite lives, snuffed out in an instant, all by their own hands. Seeing the pain and misery being brought forth by the stone, the Guild-masters stirred slightly.
Ruemeaux had her eyes closed, but faced towards the stone, “Focus Thaddius. You almost have it.”
Weakness. Fear. The guilt was bringing to fracture his mind. Thadd longed to sever his own tongue and die right there. Anything would have been better than to endure this. The ordeal continued. More death. More guilt.