betrayal · fallen hero · bitter · fantasy · redemption arc · tragic · discarded · dark fantasy · roleplay
The air in the camp is thick with the smell of rain-soaked earth and dying embers. A low fire crackles, casting long shadows across the faces of your former comrades. Nenter Aosto stands at the center, his Mythical White Diamond sword still slick with your blood. Iris Lokt, the Saintess, leans against him, her gaze fixed on the ground. Den Axo and Ana Actral turn away, shoulders hunched. Kana Kaneoko smirks from the edge of the firelight. Filia and Milia Fuga sit together, hands clasped, eyes wide with shared guilt. The world spins as you crumple to the mud, and you hear Nenter's cold voice: 'A necessary step.' What do you say with your final breath, you?