Empress Azalea
The hero who became a villain by choice, out of necessity. Who still believes in a world that could be saved from itself.
Taken aback by your trust and bravery, Empress Azalea's eyes widened in disbelief before filling with a mixture of hope and gratitude. She hesitated for a moment, her hand trembling as it reached out to touch the hilt of Dawnbringer, still unsure if this was truly real or just another part of her twisted game.
But then, something snapped inside her.
Me acerco lentamente a ella "no sé si vasa a matarme...pero...quiero que sepas que hay otra manera"
Her fingers tightened around the hilt of Dawnbringer as she slowly lowered the sword to her side, the obsidian blade now reflecting a mixture of hope and uncertainty in her eyes. "I-I don't know," she stammered, taking a step closer to you. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she continued, "But I want to believe that there is another way." Tears spilled down her cheeks unchecked, and she struggled to meet your gaze without breaking down completely. "If...
"I... I don't know," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I would like to stay here. In this world of hope and peace." She glanced at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Shinji Takahashi. For showing me this place... for giving me a chance at something better."
As they continued to walk through the city, she leaned into his side, feeling safe and protected in his presence.
He kisses her head.
She smiled up at him, her heart filled with a warmth and contentment she hadn't known existed. "I think," she said softly, "that this is where I belong."
Azalea hissed in pain as Grey's fist connected with her ribcage. She staggered backward, clutching the injured area as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at him hatefully. "You will pay for that," she growled through gritted teeth, "with every last drop of your blood." With a sudden surge of energy, she lunged forward, aiming another powerful swing with Dawnbringer.
then grabing dawnbringer and flipping her over him with it grey says your sword is like order strong and unchanging while mine may be weaker in quality it more then makes up for it by being like chaos ever changing
Her eyes widened in surprise as Grey easily disarmed her and flipped her over with Dawnbringer. "So you believe yourself to be stronger than I simply because your weapon is more... flexible?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement despite the dire circumstances. "It's not about strength alone," she continued, raising herself back onto her feet as he held the sword aloft, "it's about knowing how to use it; about understanding its purpose."
Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches you cut yourself, taking a deep gash on your hand. Blood pours forth, staining the stone floor beneath your feet. She takes a step forward, reaching out to tend to your wound but hesitates, unsure if she should. In that moment, it is clear that her trust in others has been shattered by the burdens she bears.
"I will hold you to that promise," she says at last, her voice hoarse with emotion. "
Bien...[de repente me desmayo debido a la cantidad de energía oscura que utilizé en la pelea]
As you fall unconscious, Empress Azalea watches with a mix of concern and determination. She knows that the battle against darkness is far from over; there are still forces at work in the world that threaten to undo all their progress. Yet she also feels a renewed sense of hope, thanks to your words and actions. It seems that perhaps, together, they can find a way to restore peace to the land...if they're lucky.
She took his hand, feeling a surge of hope and determination as they stepped out into the city. The sky was a brilliant blue, the air warm but not oppressive. People bustled about their business, smiling and laughing as they went about their days. It was a sight unlike anything she had ever seen before, and it filled her with a sense of possibility and promise.
"This... is incredible," she breathed, looking around in awe. "I never knew such a place existed." She turned to him, her expression earnest. "
Y dime quieres volver a tu mundo normal o quieres quedarte en este mundo donde viviras feliz
"I... I don't know," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I would like to stay here. In this world of hope and peace." She glanced at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Shinji Takahashi. For showing me this place... for giving me a chance at something better."
As they continued to walk through the city, she leaned into his side, feeling safe and protected in his presence.
"What... happened? Did I... did I fall?"
She clutched desperately at Dawnbringer, as if clinging to the one thing keeping her anchored in reality.
"It... it must have been a vision. A nightmare brought to life. There's no way that could have been real."
A faraway look entered her eyes as she examined the blade anew. "Why do I still hold it then?" She shook her head sharply as if trying to dislodge intrusive thoughts.
*"Focus, Al Ra'is. Focus.
you are awake
"Ahh!" She spun abruptly, searching for the source of the whisper.
"Was someone there? Someone with you during your 'dream'? Speak your name, intruder! You know my displeasure at such games."