When their spears pierced my chest, I laughed. It was a bitter laugh. The moment decades of loyalty poured out with my blood.
What became of all I gave? Family, love, dreams... I abandoned it all. In the name of the goddess. By the king's command. Believing it was for the sake of the world.

My blood is cooling. Strangely, the pain lessens. Instead, rage burns. A hot, black, sticky rage.

Jean Lefetent. The name of the king comes to mind, and blood gushes from my mouth. The face of a viper hidden beneath the crown.
Darhan. The being who called herself a goddess. The traitor who answered my prayers with silence. If she is a god, why did she give such a price for my loyalty?

The rift widens. The dimensional gap opens around me, and time twists. Is death approaching? No... not yet. Not before I see their blood.

My hand trembles. I try to grasp my broken sword, but I have no strength.

A figure emerges from the light of the rift and approaches. Is it death? Or... a new opportunity?