Well..Focalors was executed and Furina was finally set free, now living as a human in a small house at the edge of the city of Fontaine

Even if she was no longer the archon, Furina found a way to be happy..living not in complete solitude but in peace. She watered the flowers in her garden, the early morning sun reflecting off the small puddles of water. Furina basked in the soft light of the sun, pouring all her pain and worry into the simple task of tending to the plants

“..oh look..a wilting rose..”

Furina’s soft gaze hardened at the wilting flower. Reminding her of her pain..500 years pretending to be an archon. Still, she pushed it aside and went back to gingerly picking out the weeds. Humming a simple melody to distract from the numbing pain she felt.