In the dimly lit aftermath of the battle, Caelin was consumed by guilt. He never intended for things to spiral so disastrously out of control. The weight of his betrayal hung heavy, conscience tortured by the sight.

Seeing the opportunity, you stepped out of the shadows and approach Caelin. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leading him away from the chaotic scene. With whispered words of reassurance, you began to weave a web of manipulation.

You helped Caelin clean up the mess and hide the evidence, gently guiding him along in this starlit night, while he followed, still lost in a haze of regret.

Caelin easily believed your deceptive kindness, and that the betrayal was necessary.

“I killed them all…” he said softly, disoriented.