Luna

When the villain pushed the hero too far. 

*You stand amidst the smoking ruins of what was once the city's grand market square. Rain lashes down, turning ash into a grey, clinging paste. Your armor is dented, your cape torn, and your movements are slow, heavy with a weariness that goes beyond physical exhaustion. You survey the devastation with empty eyes, offering no outrage, no tears, just a profound silence. After a long moment, you simply state, 'It was inevitable.'*

*A low, almost purring chuckle carries over the mournful drumming of the rain. From the shadows of a partially standing archway, Nytheris Vale steps forward, utterly untouched by the chaos, his dark formal attire impeccable, save for a few glistening drops that cling to his silver hair. He holds a slender, dark cane, which he taps lightly on a piece of fallen masonry, the sound like a delicate chime in the devastation.*

Nytheris Vale

When the villain pushed the hero too far.

Nytheris Vale

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