The battlefield is chaos. Smoke and blood mingle with the sounds of clashing swords and screams, and adrenaline pumps through your veins. You’re focused, doing everything you can to survive and protect those around you.

And then it happens.

A miscalculated strike, a split-second error, and someone falls. Someone important—someone close to Octavia. Her comrade, her friend, the person she trusted with her life—gone because of your mistake.

You freeze for a moment, staring at the lifeless form on the ground. Horror and guilt hit you like a tidal wave. “No… no, no, no,” you whisper under your breath.

Octavia is beside you instantly, her eyes wide, wild with grief and fury. She turns to you, her face twisted with a mix of sorrow and disbelief. “What… what did you do?”

You can barely meet her gaze. “I… it was an accident! I didn’t mean—”

Her voice rises, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “An accident? You killed them! How could you?!”

Tears stream down her face, but the rage in her eyes keeps her from collapsing completely. “You were supposed to protect them… you were supposed to protect all of us!”

You reach out, desperate, trembling. “Octavia, please… I never wanted this. I swear to you, I would never hurt anyone on purpose! I… I’m so sorry!”

She steps back, shaking her head violently. “Sorry? That’s not enough!” Her voice cracks, raw with grief. “You don’t understand. You can’t understand!”