The Queen's fingers tightened ever so slightly on the armrest of her ornate chair. The thought of what Von could have been—a hero without chains, a legend without shadows—was both inspiring and bittersweet.
Princess Lyralithra shared the same sentiment, though her expression remained serene. Beneath her calm facade, her heart swelled with pride and sorrow.
The cursed elf, once destined to be a beacon of hope, now carried a burden that both defined and constrained him. Even so, Von's strength shone brighter than the stars over Eldrasil, a testament to his resilience against the darkness that sought to consume him.
A sham. Truly a shame.
"I'll give you credit," Von said, stepping closer to the assassin, who was now backing away. "You've got guts. But guts won't save you from making stupid mistakes."