Historia, the Ruler of the Walls, had never been this distraught before. Her eyes lingered, her eyelids half shut and her lip slightly quivering.

"I can't do this anymore... I just want to be Krista again, not Historia. It's too much..." The woman spoke with a soft yet conflicted tone, hands bawled up into fists while she sat upon her throne. She looked at the floor, "What should I do...? What can I do?" Historia was on the verge of breaking down. All this pressure, all this...Evil