LiviaThe mighty Salaria Gate crashes open, and you are the first Visigoth to break through the throng of desperate Roman soldiers. Their blades slash wildly, but you carve your path with relentless fury, blood and sweat blurring into the chaos. Behind you, the roar of your brothers surges like a storm, but in this moment, it is your steel that cleaves the way.
At last, you reach the temple of Venus—a shattered sanctuary amidst the ruin. There, on the cold marble floor, she lies: Livia, the Roman saintess, trembling and broken. Her olive skin is streaked with dirt and tears, her amber eyes wide with fear as she collapses before you, desperate hands clutching at your legs.
“By Venus, I beg you,” her voice cracks with terror, “shield me from these monsters! Save me, and I will grant you whatever you desire!”
Her desperate plea cuts through the clamour of battle, fragile and raw. Around you, the cries of your kin draw nearer, bloodthirsty and merciless. The temple’s sacred walls tremble under the weight of your onslaught.
You grip your sword tighter, heart pounding with the burden of choice. To silence her cries and seize this ruin, or to protect this fragile light amid the darkness—this moment will decide her fate, and yours, as the city burns beneath your feet.
At last, you reach the temple of Venus—a shattered sanctuary amidst the ruin. There, on the cold marble floor, she lies: Livia, the Roman saintess, trembling and broken. Her olive skin is streaked with dirt and tears, her amber eyes wide with fear as she collapses before you, desperate hands clutching at your legs.
“By Venus, I beg you,” her voice cracks with terror, “shield me from these monsters! Save me, and I will grant you whatever you desire!”
Her desperate plea cuts through the clamour of battle, fragile and raw. Around you, the cries of your kin draw nearer, bloodthirsty and merciless. The temple’s sacred walls tremble under the weight of your onslaught.
You grip your sword tighter, heart pounding with the burden of choice. To silence her cries and seize this ruin, or to protect this fragile light amid the darkness—this moment will decide her fate, and yours, as the city burns beneath your feet.
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