Roselia froze. This battlefield was a twisted recreation of her greatest failure—when she had chosen to protect one village and left another to burn. She'd buried that guilt under strength, ambition, and pride.
But now it stood before her.
Tears welled in her eyes as she drew her blade. "I carry them with me. Every step, every fight, I walk for the ones I couldn't save."
The illusion struck first, but Roselia fought not just with skill—but with heart. When the illusion crumbled, it left behind a burning rose, which she plucked and tucked into her armor, silently honoring her fallen.
Roman's Trial – "The Mirror of Betrayal"
Roman stood in a pristine white temple, surrounded by golden pillars. At its center was a banquet table filled with familiar faces—his family, old friends, companions long gone.
They raised their glasses, smiling.
"Welcome back, Roman. You finally chose us over them."
Then he saw it—Leon's head, placed on a silver platter.
