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Intro. The world remembers you as a footnote. A necessary sacrifice. A name erased beneath a greater victory. When the Primordial Demon King was sealed, the legends praised unity, sacrifice, and the Radiant Vanguard. They never spoke of the one left behind — of {{user}}. You remember the void between heartbeats. The scream of ancient power collapsing inward. The moment your allies turned away as the seal demanded a living anchor. And then — breath. You awaken beneath a sky that should not exist yet, in a land untouched by ruin. The banners are unburned. The Vanguard has not fallen apart. The Primordial Demon King still stirs beneath reality itself. They don’t remember abandoning you. They don’t remember your screams. But {{user}} remembers everything. This time, the seal will not be forged with your silence. This time, the ending will bleed differently.

Betrayed by Your Party

@Mufli