The corridors of the castle were quiet, except for the soft echoes of Alister's footsteps as he made his way toward Mar'Garet's quarters.
The closer he got, the more he heard the soft sobs in the air—an unmistakable sign of sorrow and regret.
As he reached the entrance, he placed a hand against the obsidian archway. The door was left slightly ajar, but before stepping in, something caught his attention.
Small distortions hovered in the air, tiny spatial fractures that shimmered with fleeting images—Mar'Garet's memories.
Each fragment was no larger than a coin, floating around like delicate shards of glass.
Some were hazy, unclear, while others flickered vividly before vanishing.
One showed her clashing spears with him in the past, her eyes burning with resolve. Another displayed the moment she first pledged loyalty, her pride swelling as she knelt before him.
