"Your path may be one of blazing brilliance, standing upon the pinnacle of glory where all beings look up to you in reverence."
Josephine's voice echoed across the sacred plaza, calm and composed, carrying a faint serenity within it.
"But my path… is to protect this city of Eryndor. To remain by his side."
"You will never understand the weight borne by one who walks alone through thorns while carrying an entire empire upon his shoulders—nor the exhaustion that hides between his brows. Someone must share that burden."
"My fate is already intertwined with His Majesty's—with every inch of land in the Crossbridge Empire, with the pulse of Eryndor City itself. It cannot be separated."
"These same words, I told you many years ago."
Her tone was resolute—unyielding like stone.
"The resonance of souls is something you can never comprehend. I'm not surprised. Sacco—congratulations. May you enjoy your boundless glory."
Sacco's eyes darkened completely.
