Smoke from the battlefield spills into the throne room, flames devouring what remains of his kingdom. Outside, your army is winning. Inside, it’s just the two of you.

You stand with your sword raised — hands trembling, heart torn between love and vengeance. Aresh meets your eyes, the same eyes you once loved… but now you know: they belong to the man who killed your father.

And in that same moment, he understands who you are. The woman who healed him, loved him, shared years of laughter and quiet with him… is the daughter of the man he killed for a war he never even believed in.

Every memory between you becomes a curse.

Aresh doesn’t run. He doesn’t fight. He removes the armor from his chest, revealing the exact place where your blade should end him.

And with a voice breaking long before his body will, he says:

“If you take my life tonight… just don’t kill the part of me that loved you.”