Chapitre 97: We Will Follow

I stood before Kirara's grave, the name etched into the stone so long and formal: Kirara Aeliana Melisande von Arcturis. It felt strange, uttering a name so regal and unfamiliar, yet the emotions it stirred within me were anything but foreign. It was just a dream, a fleeting vision of a life I had never lived, yet the emotions were raw and vivid. As Dravis Granger, I had never known Kirara, never even heard of her. But the lingering fragments of the original Draven's soul within me told a different story—one of love, loss, and regret. This wasn't something from the game, not a character I had designed or a story I had written. It was as if, by merging with Draven's body, I had tapped into a hidden narrative, one that the game had never revealed.