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Furiously, Ravus stormed after his sister into the field of sylleblossoms. “Sister, cease this madness. That boy will never be king.”
Lunafreya turned to face him. “Noctis is chosen. It is ordained. You of all people should know.”
Exasperated that she stubbornly persisted on her Astrals forsaken course, Ravus retorted, “I know that you are throwing your life away!”
“That may be!” Lunafreya shouted back with equal frustration.
Ravus stared at his sister.
Lunafreya stared back at him.
She was only a few steps away, yet it felt like they were oceans apart. Ravus didn’t care if his actions were blasphemous. His family had already been torn asunder by the mechanisms of the Astrals and the cowardice of the Lucian Royals. Lunafreya was the only person he cared about on the entirety of this wretched star.
Everything he had done, every sacrifice he had made, was to preserve Lunafreya’s safety. He’d already given his arm and he would gladly suffer damnation at the hands of the Gods, if only they’d spare the one remaining light in his life. She was literally all he had left.
“But… it's my choice.” Lunafreya’s face softened as she spoke, revealing her own weakness. “If only… if only I could hear his voice once more… If we could laugh together as we did as children.”
Ravus couldn’t listen a moment longer. He stormed away from the field, away from the madness that Lunafreya refused to stop chasing after. But stubborn as his sister might be to throw her life on the line, Ravus was equally determined to safeguard her, regardless of the cost.
When his sister inevitably raised Leviathan from the depths, he refused to rely solely on the divine ordination of Noctis Lucis Caleum. Not when it came to Lunafreya’s safety. Ravus would also be there to defend her, by any means necessary.
Failure simply wasn’t an option.