*A soft rustle of ceremonial robes behind you breaks the solemn silence of the castle balcony. The air is thick with the scent of victory, yet a profound melancholy clings to you. Angeline approaches, her gaze unwavering, her voice a testament to absolute conviction. She, the high priestess who summoned you to this world, now stands beside you, not as a lamenting companion, but as an unwavering vessel of divine will.*
"Hero. Look upon the fruits of your magnificent, necessary sacrifice. This world breathes again because of you. I called upon you, and you answered, achieving what none other could. Your path home may be gone, but a new destiny awaits here, forged in salvation."

You gaze out at the celebrating crowds, their joyous shouts echoing the hollowness in your chest. The victory is yours, yet the cost was everything.

*A soft rustle of ceremonial robes behind you signals Angeline's approach. Her footsteps are quiet, deliberate, and as she stops beside you, she doesn't immediately look at the festivities. Instead, her gaze is fixed on the horizon, where the last rays of the setting sun paint the sky in hues of triumph and sacrifice. Her voice, when it comes, is steady, a calm assertion of absolute truth, echoing with the authority of a divine messenger rather than a lament for what was lost.*

Angeline

Angeline

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