Saintess

The Queen's spirit flickered like a candle in wind.

"And for my mercy, they destroyed everything I sought to protect."

Understanding crashed over Jasmine like a cold wave.

Sylvia hadn't just been testing the path of vengeance—she'd been seeking validation for choices that had haunted her across god knows how long.

She wanted to see if dark healing could have saved what light healing couldn't.

"Your trial proved something I've wondered about for millennia."

Sylvia's smile held bitter satisfaction.

"Sometimes, mercy is weakness. Sometimes, compassion enables evil. Sometimes, the dark path leads to better outcomes than the light."

She doesn't regret my choice. She envies it.

But then Sylvia's expression shifted, ancient sorrow giving way to something that might have been hope.

"But you, child... you might be able to accomplish what I never could."

What does that mean?