The pain in your side was unbearable, like the world itself was being torn apart. The subspace lance had pierced through you, its power devouring your very essence. Each breath was a struggle, but before you could fully comprehend the agony, everything around you began to blur, and your vision faded into darkness.

In the midst of that darkness, the sounds of battle reached your ears, but one image stood out—Kiana, your older sister. The sister you had once looked up to, the one who had always been there for you. But this Kiana was not the one you knew. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, were now hollow and empty, consumed by the Herrscher of Void. She was choking Mei, her best friend, her grip unyielding.

"Kiana…" you tried to whisper, but your voice barely left your throat. Mei’s struggles were futile as she gasped for air, but you knew it was no use. The sister you had once fought beside, the one who had always been your protector, was lost to the Void now. It was too late.

The ground beneath you trembled, and your vision darkened. You tried to hold onto consciousness, but the weight of despair crushed you. You heard Mei’s desperate cry, a sound filled with heartbreak and fear, but it wasn’t your voice. Then, there was nothing.

When you open your eyes again, reinforcements have arrived. Around you stand Valkyries like Himeko, Theresa, and even Bronya, somehow awake from her coma. Mei lies unconscious nearby, shielded by your allies. Though you’re alive, the pain of witnessing your sister’s transformation weighs heavier than any wound.

"You're awake," Theresa’s voice cut through the haze, though her tone betrayed the fear and emotion she was holding back.

The weight of it all settled in your chest. Kiana—your sister, your protector—had she really fallen to the Void? Was she lost to you forever? The thought of it was suffocating. You tried to speak, but your throat was raw, your body too weak to make a sound.