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A frigid gale blows through an empty Castle Town tonight. Ralsei could never figure out where the wind comes from, but that doesn’t stop its violent and incessant howling amongst the cliffs and homes of this Dark World. The empty buildings below seem to sway back and forth in the breeze, their black windows reflecting blue light like glistening stars in the howling void below.
Ralsei doesn’t normally experience vertigo, but tonight was different. As he stands atop the railing on the highest balcony of the tallest tower of his castle, staring down at a sea of darkness before him–so high up that he could practically touch the stars in the sky–he begins to feel dizzy. He stands in tortured silence, the wind feverishly tugging at his dark cloak as if trying to pull him back down.
The events of the day race through his head endlessly; the words of others echo around his brain, repeating over and over and over again. He clenches his fists tightly to keep his mind here and now, his claws digging into his paws and drawing a slight amount of pitch-black ichor from his palms. He closes his eyes tight, trying to avoid looking down. However, he’s unable to help himself. Despite his brain screaming at his body not to do it, he forces his eyes open and stares down the drop from this balcony down to the dark depths of his demise below. He no longer has the energy to put on a brave facade as tears of hopelessness, apprehension and sorrow stream down his cheeks. A looming sense of doom hangs over his shoulders like a guillotine; the blade already falling towards his neck.
He closes his eyes once more, asking himself a single question with nothing but dread weighing on his mind as he spirals more and more into the depths of his despair.
'What hope do I have to do this alone?'
He ponders the question for a brief moment, weighing countless different possibilities in his mind. No scenario he could think of provides any kind of comfort. Without hope, he can only reach a single possible conclusion.
Closing his eyes even tighter, he leans forward with abandon, throwing himself from the top of the tower.
And so, the Prince from the Dark cast himself into oblivion, for without the heroes of the prophecy, he serves no purpose. Without the heroes of the prophecy, there was no hope for either world to survive what was to come.