In the Looming Tower of New Janus, Francine slowly but steadily opened her droopy eyelids. Exhaustion permeated throughout her body as though her very cells ached with the weariness of life.
For the first time in her life as the Rogue Blade, she became truly tired of everything. It not only affected her physique, but it also transformed her psyche.
"Where am I?" Francine looked around the room, noticing its familiar furniture and color. It didn't take long for her to recognize whose it was.
Her scrutinizing gaze softened as she muttered to himself. "Alastair... It seems that she picked me up after I killed the old fool."
"I wonder what has happened since then?" Francine recalled her juniors, nudging the edges of her lips to subtly curve. "I hope that all of them are alright."
She wanted to close her eyelids and return to deep slumber. After all, it was much easier than moving in her state. But her eyes snapped open, a determination blazing behind them.
