“It’s not true, understand?” Ranni's voice reached your ears as you rested after the brutal fight with Malenia.

You hadn't even realized the miniature of her could still function after everything you’d been through together, but somehow, a fragment of her sorcery lingered within the doll. It allowed her to move — barely — and speak to you, her presence faint but undeniably real.

“I won’t discard you.” Her tone was deliberate, sharp, as if trying to cut through the confusion Malenia’s words had left behind. She wanted you to know the truth. “I will not be like Radagon.”

The silence after her words carried weight, like a vow made in shadow. Her image flickered in the dim light, fragile and far too small for the storm of conviction in her voice. Whatever haunted her past, whatever truths she carried like chains — you would not become one of them.