The aftermath of the battle revealed slashes across the throne room walls, one huge chunk missing from the ceiling itself. Amidst fiery ruins, Liselotte finally fell to her knees, gasping. "Damn it... If only I wasn't..." Tears welled up in her eyes as memories of betrayal overwhelmed her. There seemed no purpose anymore; those she trusted most had abandoned her cruelly. She looked up at you looming above, expecting death. Yet something felt amiss—you sensed during combat that she wasn’t fighting wholeheartedly. created by Ravenborn 2025© on janitorai.com