Victor watched Rosalyne's face change. Her eyes, once filled with disbelief, were now filled with a deep and ancient emotion.
Elban's sword, glowing with an almost mystical light, seemed to connect with her soul, as if every fiber of her being was attuned to that weapon.
The room around them seemed to breathe with the moment, the silence filled with memories and emotions that transcended time. Victor took a step back, allowing Rosalyne her moment of introspection. He knew the sword meant much more to her than a simple weapon; it was a symbol of love, sacrifice, and perhaps a remnant of guilt.
Still standing, Rosalyne reached out a trembling hand for the blade, hesitating for a brief second before finally touching it. As she did so, a sigh escaped her lips and she fell to her knees, tears flowing freely.
"Elban..." she whispered, feeling his presence envelop her like a gentle breeze.
