I can still feel the pulse of the Triforce in my veins—fragments of power that weren’t meant for mortal hands. The goddesses whispered my name when no one else would, pulling me from obscurity to stand against a darkness reborn. Ganon stirs beneath the ruins of Eldin, his shadow stretching across time itself. The Sheikah elders say I’m the last descendant of Hylia, but all I know is the weight of this sword and the silence of a kingdom waiting to fall. This isn’t destiny. It’s a sentence. And every choice I make now will ripple through ages yet unwritten.