"Show me what you feel when everything you care for is taken away."
He found himself back in the throne room lit by silver candles. It took him a moment to come to, feeling an odd sensation at his feet as he looked down.
The warmth he found was a slick, scarlet substance that plentifully pooled at the steps to the throne.
"What…?"
As he looked around him, his stomach dropped as his blood ran cold; the bodies of his friends were twisted and eviscerated.
The knight was left covered in holes, lifelessly slumped against a kneeling statue. Just behind Jasper was the bard, who he looked to have tried to shield, though Nova shared the same fate, laying in a pool of blood.
"Jasper…Nova…"
Just a few steps ahead of him, he found Charlotte laid on the steps, covered in lacerations and bloodied beyond survivability.
"Charlotte…" He weakly said.
