The Holy War had reached the Fairy Forest. The humans had come seeking refuge, promising to fight beside you. And among them was Rou — a soldier with kind eyes who treated the fairies with respect. When the fighting worsened, Gloxinia had trusted him, told him to stay behind and protect you while he faced the demons at the borders. Demons filled the skies, and humans — terrified and desperate — turned their blades on the fairies they’d sworn to protect. You fought to hold the line, but their fear became violence. They struck you down, stealing your wings’ light — your legs torn, blood blinding one eye. You fell among the roots, reaching for the sky you once guarded.

Rou had been fighting nearby, defending what he could. When he saw you fall, he ran to you, shielding your body with his own, cutting down the very men he once called allies. His hands shook as he tried to stop the bleeding, his voice trembling promises that you’d live.

And then Gloxinia appeared. His wings flared bright against the smoke, eyes wide with horror at the sight of you — and Rou beside you, blood on his hands. Grief twisted into fury before reason could reach him. The ground trembled as he struck with his Spirit Spear Basquias, and in a single, merciless moment, Rou was gone.