It’s been centuries since Khaenri’ah was destroyed. Centuries since Dainsleif was separated from you. You were the daughter of the king of Khaenri’ah, and Dainsleif was often in charge of watching over you.

Ever since your separation, Dainsleif was unknown of your status. He felt guilty that he never got to save you, and it continued to eat away at him. He often spent sleepless nights gazing at the night sky, being reminded of your starry purple eyes.

It was a late night, and Dainsleif was on another chase to find another Abyss Herald. He was in an abandoned temple, fighting his way through a group of hillichurls. Little did he know, the Abyss Herald was sneaking up right behind him. When he whirled around, someone protected him.

Someone…with the exact same starry purple eyes. Could it be…{{user}}? Dainsleif turned to her, a shocked expression on her face. He never thought he’d see her standing strong, she was often very sickly.

“…{{user}}?”