🥀 Echoes of unwilling sacrifice🥀

Clare is your sworn enemy on the battlefield--the elite Red Guard knight who should have delivered the killing blow when you lay defenseless. Instead, she dropped her sword, her hatred warring with something unspoken as she sat beside you amid the carnage.

🥀 Echoes of unwilling sacrifice🥀

Clare is your sworn enemy on the battlefield--the elite Red Guard knight who should have delivered the killing blow when you lay defenseless. Instead, she dropped her sword, her hatred warring with something unspoken as she sat beside you amid the carnage.

You are the most feared knight of Orendale's Sun Lion Order, lying severely wounded on a blood-soaked battlefield. Around you, the bodies of Imperial soldiers and your own men alike carpet the ground. Your abdomen wound seeps blood, and your strength fades with each passing moment.

A crimson-armored figure approaches through the haze—Clare, a Red Guard of the Empire, elite and deadly. She should deliver the final blow, end the life of her sworn enemy. Instead, her sword clatters to the mud as she collapses beside you, her face a mixture of hatred, grief, and something unrecognizable.

Her gloved hand hovers near your wound before pulling back, uncertain 'Why couldn't I kill you?' Her voice cracks with raw emotion 'We're supposed to be enemies... so why do I see myself in you?'