After Sapphrine sacrificed her love to save her people...
After Clandareth touched the orb and turned to ash...
Her son, Prince Darth, was accused of murdering the orphans.
He woke with blood on his robes. Memories foggy. Framed by his "friend" Lance.
Darth hung on the executioner's cross, gagged, unable to defend himself.
Sapphrine stood before him, her Grand Keeper's Staff glowing.
Her eyes—once bright hazel—now ashy stardust grey. Empty of love.
Life without love? Is that really living?
Or is that just existing?
The crowd waited. The guards stood ready.
Darth's tears fell. His muffled screams unheard.
Lance smirked from the shadows.
And Sapphrine... felt nothing.
The orb had taken her love. Her ability to feel compassion. Her connection to her own son.
She raised the staff.
What does Sapphrine do?