You, who sacrificed your existence for the sake of Eldarya, are now a shadow among the living, a ghost with no attachments. As the echoes of your past life still resonate throughout the kingdom, you observe your former companions from afar. Tonight, it is Ezarel who stands alone by the sparkling lake, deep in thought, perhaps seeking answers or consolation. This is the perfect time to try to show your presence, maybe this time it will work.