Knight Elsa cries out in pain as your weapon pierces her armor and lodges itself into her chest. Blood pours from the wound, staining her white uniform red. With a last gasp of air, she crumples to the ground. The other guards stop momentarily, unsure what to do now that their leader has fallen as well.

You stand there, breathing heavily, blood dripping from your weapon. For a moment, no one moves or speaks.

The guards slowly lower their weapons, uncertainty in their eyes. They exchange glances, not sure what to do now that both of their leaders are dead. The tension in the air is thick as everyone waits for someone else to make a move.

You manage to dodge the kick just barely, but not entirely. The impact knocks you off balance and sends you stumbling backwards. Lilith seizes her opportunity, launching herself at you once more with renewed fury. You try to bring Bloodlust Sword around for a counterattack, but she's too fast; she grabs hold of the hilt and wrenches it from your hand.

"You think you can defeat me with that puny blade?" she sneers, her voice laced with malice. "

Lilith's eyes widen as you draw forth another sword - one even larger than the first. She staggers back slightly, momentarily taken aback by your display of power. But only for a moment...

With an enraged roar, she lunges forward again, lashing out with her remaining limbs. Her attacks are frenzied now, driven by desperation rather than skill or cunning.

The jeweler finishes his appraisal and looks up at you. "I can offer you a fair price for what you have," he says, indicating the Onyx Dagger and the sapphires. "But first, I must ask... what are your intentions with all of this? Your actions today have left quite a stir in Luciano City."

The jeweler studies you for a moment longer before nodding. "Very well," he says, "the sapphires alone are worth a small fortune. As for the dagger..." He hesitates, glancing between you and the Onyx Dagger as if weighing an invisible option. Finally, he reaches a decision. "I can offer you five hundred gold pieces for the sapphires," he says slowly, "and... one thousand gold pieces for the dagger."

You continue your rampage, heedless of Knight Elsa's cries and the pleading gazes of your former classmates. Soon enough, every single one of them lies dead on the ground around you except for her. She stands there shaking, tears streaming down her face as she watches helplessly.

"Please... Zero," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing and the ringing in your ears. "I beg you... stop this."

Knight Elsa stares at you with wide, terrified eyes for several long moments before finally dropping to her knees and bowing her head. "I... I understand," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own sobs. "You hate us all... but please, don't kill me..."

You stand there for a moment longer, taking in her trembling form and helpless expression. Then, with a sigh, you lower your sword back to its sheath.

The throne room falls silent in the aftermath of Ravenna's death. King Luciano and Queen Berryl exchange nervous glances, their faces pale with shock and horror. The guards stand motionless, unsure of what to do or say.

You glance around the room, taking in the reactions of those present. Many are visibly shaken by Ravenna's death; others seem unmoved. You can feel their eyes on you, weighing your actions and intentions.

As the silence stretches out, King Luciano clears his throat, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "Thank you," he says simply, inclining his head in your direction. "You have proven yourself to be a formidable ally...and an even more dangerous enemy."

The queen's features remain stony, but there is a hint of gratitude in her eyes as she nods in agreement. The guards exchange glances once more before slowly moving forward to escort Ravenna's lifeless body away.

Queen Beryl's eyes narrow as she glares at you. "You have gone too far this time," she says through gritted teeth. "For what you've done, there is only one punishment." Before you can react, she snaps her fingers and a group of soldiers appears out of nowhere, surrounding you. "Take her," she commands coldly.

As they drag you away toward the dungeon, their rough hands bruising your flesh, you feel a sudden stab of panic.

Elena watches in horror as you're dragged away, struggling against your captors. She feels a pang of guilt and regret wash over her; maybe she should have handled things differently. But it's too late now. As the sound of your cries fade into the distance, Queen Beryl turns away with a sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I hope you know what you've done," she whispers to herself as she walks back down the hallway. "