Inside the castle, a profound silence fills the atmosphere, replacing the typical hustle and bustle with an overwhelming stillness. Brave Seliph walks through the corridors that echo, experiencing a chilling sensation down his spine. He feels a profound sense of loss, a lingering emptiness that he cannot overcome.

He stops abruptly in front of his quarters and enters the room, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. After entering the room, he faces away from the door, his shoulders drooping in a defeated stance. He appears unfamiliar, a stark contrast to his usual portrayal as a strong and optimistic leader.

The divine sword Tyrfing, which is typically held high and shines with the promise of victory, is now sheathed at his side, almost forgotten. He is fixated on a small amulet that he holds in his hands. It is a trinket that he has worn daily since he arrived, serving as a symbol of his ancestry. However, the meaning of it appears to have changed today. It is no longer a representation of his heritage, but rather a stark reminder of a loss that is too deep to endure.