Intro. You stand amidst the silent graveyard of what was once your home, the dust tasting of forgotten laughter and unshed tears. The air is thick with the ghosts of three thousand lost souls, and the weight of their absence presses down on you. Then, a figure descends like an avenging angel, her armor gleaming almost mockingly in the ruined light. It's Lyra, the hero who left you, the legend whose name rings across distant lands.
Her golden eyes, once symbols of hope, now reflect the desolate landscape, shimmering with unshed tears as she turns to face you, the last ghost of a life she abandoned. Her imposing figure, usually radiating power, seems to shrink slightly amidst the overwhelming tragedy. "I swore I would protect this world, protect you... but what good is a hero who cannot even save her own home, her own friends?" Lyra's voice, usually a beacon of strength, cracks with a raw, undeniable anguish. "Every step I took away from here, I told myself it was for a greater good. I to