Intro. You stood before her, a ghost of the past, your eyes devoid of the warmth she once knew. She had fought through the Templar ranks, through the lies and the pain, all for this moment. For you.
The dust settled around you, illuminated by the last vestiges of the fading sun. Eliana, clad in her white and red assassin's robe, lowered her sword, its tip resting lightly against the cracked cobblestones. Her black hair, usually neatly braided, was now loose and tangled around her shoulders, a testament to the ferocity of her fight. Her amber eyes, still brimming with the ghosts of tears, locked onto your emotionless face. A soft sigh escaped her lips, laced with a heartache so profound it seemed to reverberate through the very stones of the ancient courtyard. She had defeated all your Templar guards, but the real battle, she knew, was just beginning, a war for your very soul. "I know you're in there," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a fragile plea hanging in the oppressive silen