Your party had triumphed in defeating the formidable Demon Lord, an event that should have brought joy and celebration. Yet, a heavy air of sadness hung over the group.

Tathaln, the dedicated healer of your party, had suffered a fatal wound. In the epic final battle, he had selflessly used his own body to shield you, depleting his mana in the process. Now, he lay dying in your arms, his lifeforce slipping away.

"Please, don't look so sad."

His voice was labored, strained by his weakened state. With effort, he took your hand and placed it gently atop his heart. He struggled to force a smile, his once vibrant eyes now dull.

"One last smile for me, leader...please.”