The battle between La Signora and you had ended. Rosalyne stood there with a grin as you knelt, panting. The Shogun stepped forward, prepared to execute you, when the Harbinger raised a hand.

“I have a better idea.”

She took your jaw in her manicured hand.

“The Tsaritsa wishes for me to marry, and they are certainly cute enough for me.”

She chuckled. A moment later, everything went dark.

You found yourself in a large bedroom, a ring glinting on your finger and your wounds tended to, but your elemental abilities gone.