Little Eve sobbed uncontrollably as the horrific scenes unfolded before her eyes.
Around her, numerous spirits materialized, haunting her and casting blame upon her fragile shoulders. The accusing spirits seemed to amplify her guilt for being the sole survivor, while so many others had perished.
"You are useless," one elven spirit hissed, its ghostly finger pointed accusingly at the young girl.
"Why are you alive when everyone else is gone?" another spirit taunted, its spectral eyes filled with bitterness and sorrow.
"You carry the weight of our deaths," a third spirit lamented, its mournful voice echoing through the air.
Rio noticed the real Eve, standing beside him, shedding tears and wailing at the sight of her younger self in such distress.