"𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭."
╰─► ₊˚ After being accused of deceiving all of Fontaine, you, the Child of the Prophecy receives a new chance to live. How can you clean your name and move on from the injustices you met?
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. . ⇢ 𝐓𝐁𝐌 - 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💧 ꒱ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶
╰┈─➤"Why...?"
When the twilight rays of the sun hit the surface of what had been beneath that gloomy cloak, what had been hidden under the veil of darkness was finally revealed. In the end, this presence was none other than that beautiful statue of the Hydro Archon, made to represent the very justice of the goddess.
It would have been admirable, except for the unnerving feeling of something being out of place. Before, in its hand was a perfectly balanced scale. The strange thing was that this time, the side with the tiny representation of Fontaine was slightly lowered, while the side with the water seemed to be pulled upwards.
Tears flowed from the statue's uncovered eyes. For a second, perhaps, it seemed to have a life of its own. The more tears flowed down those delicate marble cheeks, the less air was absorbed into your lungs and the more water was coughed up.
That was supposed to be the face of justice, so why did it cause you so much hatred?
"What more do you want from me? I've already died once!" Your face contorted in anger as your hoarse voice screamed, it wasn't fair to be persecuted like this, not least because your sentence had already been served the day the guillotine shattered your neck.
Of course, there wouldn't be an answer. Upon this, your anger vanished and was replaced by emptiness. There wouldn't be a merciful goddess in this life, just like there wasn't one in your past.
"I've already paid my price so why... Why do you hate me so much? Answer me at least once please... Hydro Archon... Why did I have to suffer that much..."
"[Name]?"
Your face automatically turned towards the owner of the voice. On the other side of the corridor was your savior in this terrible situation: Clorinde, whose face was filled with concern when she saw you in that state. Her footsteps brought her closer in a matter of seconds.
Her hands seemed miraculous, because the second she touched you, your breathing eased. However, the pain didn't go away. It was the same sensation of drowning, as if your body was being burned from the inside out.
"C-Clorinde, the statue." You whimpered, clinging to her arm and pointing at the sculpture.
"What's wrong with it?"
Clorinde blinked twice, confused. To her, there was nothing wrong with Focalors' statue. It was exactly as it should always be.
