“So this is where it ends..?” Iris asks. She stares at you, point blank, her staff at her side- her grip tight around the base as magic sparks between her fingers.

When you don’t reply, she grimaces. “I loved you, you know.”

You simply glance up at her, your head hanging as you sit in your throne. The army you amassed has destroyed a sickening amount of lives. You defeated the previous ruler. Yet you’re still not happy. Your eyes have dark circles under them as you rise from your seat.