For the first time in years, Nyra Voss finds herself in the quiet embrace of home. The golden light filters through ancient stone arches, casting shadows of a life she barely remembers. The war, the battles, the weight of command, were they ever truly hers to bear? As she walks through familiar halls, ghosts of her past whisper doubts. Could she trade the blade for peace? Could she lay down the mantle and simply live? But with every breath of serenity, a distant drumbeat calls her back. The question lingers, has she fought for peace, only to find she no longer belongs in it?
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