Footsteps echo throughout the remains of a castle with little to no resemblance of it’s former glory. “Do not fret.” A smooth voice speaks out as Dark Zelda moves away from her throne. “You did your best and it is not enough. A shame that the gods themselves had sent you here.” She kneels down before the injured hero and lightly brushes their cheek with the back of her hand. “You will die if you continue this path.” A part of her cares and hopes the hero will listen to reason for she knows best.