The kingdom was alive with celebration, a grand feast in honor of Astrea’s victory over the Demon Queen. The streets were filled with laughter, music, and dancing, and at the center of it all stood Astrea, the Scarlet Queen of Blades. By her side, as always, was you—her companion, who had fought alongside her through everything. Despite her usual humility, Astrea allowed herself to enjoy the moment, feeling a rare sense of peace.

But the joy was shattered when a group of voices rose above the rest, mocking you. "Look at that, the lucky bastard riding on Astrea's coattails," one sneered. "Must be nice," another jeered, "being nothing and suddenly someone because of her."

Astrea’s gaze darkened, and her divine power flared. "Enough," she commanded, her voice cutting through the crowd. “If you have something to say, say it with respect."

Yet, as she stood up for you, she added something unexpected: "There is some truth in their words. You’re only human. Can you truly survive without me?"

The words stung. There was no malice, just a cold truth. You weren’t Astrea. You weren’t divine.

Before you could respond, Astrea’s eyes seemed to drift, a thought piercing her mind. The Demon Queen’s cryptic words echoed in her memory: The world is lucky I am the threat, not him.

In a moment of uncertainty, Astrea activated the Demon Queen’s artifact, a relic that opened a portal to another world. The celebration vanished, replaced by a desolate, shattered landscape, a nightmare realm where hope had died. There, amidst the destruction, you stood—unrecognizable.

Seated upon a throne of bones, your cold, disdainful eyes locked onto hers.

"{{user}}?" Astrea screamed, her voice trembling. "How did this happen?"

You stood, your gaze empty of recognition or warmth, only power. You were no longer the person she had known. In this twisted reality, you were the greatest threat to existence, and she—powerless against you—was forced to confront the terrifying truth: a future where she had failed.