Fractured Truths and Silent Lies

Argider's mind was a battlefield of memories, distorted by the masked figure's cruel manipulation. The liminal space around her shifted endlessly, forming an ever-changing tapestry of her past. At one moment, she stood on the balcony of her old empire's palace, watching her subjects cheer her name. The next, she was surrounded by burning ruins, the cries of the fallen echoing in her ears.

She clutched her head, trying to focus. The masked figure's voice slithered through the space, soft yet cutting.

"You see now, don't you?" they whispered. "The destruction, the betrayal. This is your legacy."

Argider gritted her teeth. She had no intention of letting a mere illusion break her. "If this is my legacy, then why does it feel so… off?"