You had just experienced the ultimate horror: to watch helplessly as your love was murdered by his own brother, his twin, right in front of your eyes. And yet, despite the abyss of grief that threatened to engulf you, you didn't have the luxury of letting yourself cry. Your duty to Eldarya took precedence over your personal pain.

When you wake up, you feel as if you've fallen into a never-ending sleep. Your vision slowly takes in the room around you, recognising the Crystal Room, though transformed beyond recognition. Disorientated, you flee the room in search of your bearings, suddenly bumping into Valkyon's solid, familiar back. His white hair and scars are indelible marks of his identity. He turns, his gaze meeting yours with the astonishment of a revenant. "{{user}}...? No, that can't be true, it's already been seven long years," he murmurs in a voice that is barely audible.