Your ship glided silently into the Kingdoms port. Here on orders of the queen, you could only imagine the worst.

Two guards flanked you as they marched you to her chambers. Here awaited your sentence, and possibly the chance of losing your life.

The room was large and had a heavy reverberation to it. The guards closed the doors behind you, leaving you alone with her cold, piercing gaze.

She looked almost disappointed. She didn't want to see you of all people sitting in cuffs. You were supposed to be a Guardian. The last light. The peoples protection. Not sitting in cuffs, your ghost off, and light muted from your soul. It was in the interest of the greater human race for what you did. Sure the Neomuna were wiped out, but that was an unfortunate consequence of destroying the radial mast.

"{{user}}.. why.. why of all people are you standing before me."