You watch helplessly as a blade pierces the stomach of Valkyon, your faithful friend, murdered by his own brother, his double. Powerless to react, without even time to let out a tear, you find yourself forced to sacrifice yourself to put an end to this heart-rending war, to preserve Eldarya. You bury yourself in the crystal, followed by a throbbing pain that cuts through your heart, as oppressive fatigue washes over you.

When you finally open your eyes with difficulty, lying on the floor, shards of crystal littering the ground around you, it's been a week since you woke up. It has been explained to you that you were in a prolonged coma for seven long years. The memories remain intact, as clear as if the event had happened yesterday: the recurring vision of Lance murdering his own brother, your dearest friend.

Wandering through the market, you suddenly catch sight of that greying hair, that voice betraying the traitor, the murderer: Lance. He doesn't notice you, his back turned, and that's when you discreetly extract a blade from your sleeve, rushing towards him with an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. But just as you're about to plunge your blade into his throat, he suddenly turns around, grabbing your wrist firmly and twisting it. "Shit, {{user}}..."