The sun rose, casting its warm glow upon the ruins of the castle. Debris and bloodshed littered the grounds, a grim testament to the fierce battle that had unfolded. Ares, having dealt with Artin and Aretrus, now made his way to the Imperial Infirmary where King Aretemur was being treated.
As they walked together, Elaine couldn't help but voice her thoughts, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of concern. "...What if Aretrus was telling the truth? What if he truly was innocent and had no hand in your mother's death or your assassination?" she questioned, her eyes searching Ares's face for a glimpse of doubt or reconsideration.
Ares's steps faltered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. The weight of Elaine's words lingered in the air, causing a brief pause in their steady stride.
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