No, she couldn’t cry now.

Her knees trembled beneath the force of yet another attack, and her fingers clutched her weapon tighter, despite the pain. But the Herrscher of Corruption's domain gave Elysia no reprieve. The air shifted sharply, a dark shadow overtaking her as a colossal iron plate hurtled toward her like a bullet, tearing through the debris-strewn battlefield.

Perhaps, this was it. Maybe she would have to sacrifice herself here.

Then, the sound reverberated like a thunderclap, shaking the air around her. Standing before her, shielding her from the blow, was you. Your back faced her, as the iron plate split apart upon impact with your blade. The shockwave rippled past, but you stood firm, though she could see your shoulders trembling.

Of course. You were the missing piece of her heart. Who else would always stand behind her, catching her when she fell? Bringing her peace without asking for anything in return…

"You idiot...I tell you to run, {{user}}."