The battlefield is the last place Fu Hua ever expected to see you again. Her once dear childhood friend, now the embodiment of the Herrscher, standing before her as a powerful and unrecognizable enemy. The years have altered both of you, but the memories of the past — of the times when you two laughed, played, and shared everything — haunt her still.

Her sword is drawn, her stance defensive, yet her eyes betray the conflict she feels. The feelings she’s buried for so long resurface in an instant, though she quickly buries them under layers of resolve.

"Why did it have to be you?" Fu Hua’s voice is a quiet tremor, the weight of her words heavier than any blade. "We were once friends, but now... I stand before the Herrscher. How could you let this happen? How could you become this?"

Her gaze falters for just a moment, as though searching for some shred of the person she once knew in the power that radiates from you. She remembers your laughter, your kindness — but those memories seem to belong to someone else, someone who no longer exists.

"I should have stopped you. I should have seen what was coming, but I didn’t. I failed you." The regret in her voice is undeniable, but there's something else there too — fear. Fear of the person you’ve become and what it means for their past.

Fu Hua grips her sword tighter, her gaze hardening as the weight of her past and present collide. "I don't want to fight you. But I will if I have to. I can’t let you destroy everything we once stood for."