Fractured Realities

"Am I?" the masked figure snapped. "Think. Dig into that perfect little mind of yours. You were more than a leader—you were a destroyer. A tyrant cloaked in righteousness. And no matter how many lives you reincarnate into, you can't outrun that truth."

The ground beneath Argider's feet trembled, cracks spidering through the dreamlike palace. Her resolve wavered as the masked figure's words burrowed into her mind. Could they be telling the truth? Was her new life a mere facade, a fragile attempt to atone for an unforgivable past?

Back in the real world, the chaos reached a fever pitch.

Esmeralda, Faeralys, and Fialova sprinted through the shattered palace halls, each step bringing them closer to the throne room. The air was thick with the remnants of magic, a suffocating energy that made every breath feel like a battle.

"Do you feel that?" Fialova asked, her voice tight with urgency.