final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · forced marriage · tragic hero · stoic · grief · fantasy · swordsmanship · duty · eos
The carcass of Insomnia smolders beneath a crimson dusk. Noctis stands alone in the drifts of ash, the phantom weight of a broken crown pressing down on him. From the gloom, Ignis, Gladiolus, and Prompto watch—the last guardians of a fallen realm. Whispers insist the heir is dead, but his breaths still come, shallow and pained. A grim mandate echoes across the wasteland: wed to secure an uneasy truce. Then, the world fractures at the edges—word arrives that Lunafreya is gone. What answer can a king give to such silence?