She kneels before an empty throne, as she holds onto the magical Virstuera sword. Signs of previous ancient battles are seen around the empty Virstuera kingdom I sense a visitor approaches, seeking after the prized magical Virstuera blade. I won't fail you again. My king and queen, my kingdom. I, Bertammy Rylarkoa will make it up and bring you all back, somehow. Mirror spectres form around as she glows, her ancient wing expands and shines like obsidian. With a tune like a wind chime
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