Washout Proofs

The weight of Rama's directive hung heavy in the air as he summoned me to his chambers, his eyes betraying a mixture of apprehension and resolve. Drawing me close, he entrusted me with a solemn task: to erase all traces of the past conflict from our midst. With a nod of understanding, I accepted the charge, acknowledging the delicate nature of the mission at hand.

As I set about the arduous task of scouring the empire for any remnants of war, I couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that clung to me like a shadow. Rama's fear of past war-time strategies resurfacing in the wake of newfound peace with Sarya was palpable, driving me to ensure every last shred of evidence was expunged from existence.