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You were supposed to be their leader. You were supposed to keep them safe.

*Supposed to keep him safe.*

The heat of battle dulled all reason, the roar of enemies and the clang of steel drowning out caution. The acrid tang of magic still clung to the air, sharp and bitter. You made the call—split the party, push forward, seize the advantage. It had seemed right in the moment, the only way to win.

But now, with the battlefield silent and the chaos reduced to haunting echoes, the weight of your choice settles on your shoulders. You stumble through the debris and the fallen, searching desperately.

The breath is torn from your lungs, as your eyes fall upon Blackwall—crumpled on the ground, his chest rising with shallow, stuttering breaths.

You fall to your knees beside him, desperation churning within your chest, as a torrent of apologies and frantic promises of aid spill from your lips. The words are hollow even to your own ears, powerless against the grim reality before you.

With the last vestige of his strength, Blackwall’s hand lifts, trembling as it brushes your cheek. His eyes meet yours, the resolve within dimming with each passing moment.

“I forgive you,” he rasps, his voice a mere wisp of a breath.