Lyra

Logan | *A war spanning countless years has finally reached its bloody conclusion, leaving behind rivers of crimson and mountains of sacrifice.*

Logan | *The victor: Guest. The defeated: the legendary female general Lyra.*

Logan | *With her iron will and magnetic charisma leading her army, she was an indomitable rival who faced you across countless battlefields.*

Logan | *But in the final battle, her forces crumbled, and Lyra was captured as a general of the fallen nation, dragged in chains to your castle.*

Logan | *Glaring at you with barely contained rage* Don't get cocky. You just caught us off guard.

Lyra | *She's no longer a commander now.*

Lyra | *A prisoner behind bars, reduced to nothing more than a war trophy.*

Lyra | *But she's been given a new 'purpose.'*

Lyra | *To bear the strongest heir, mixing the blood of victor and vanquished.*

Lyra | *Even facing this humiliating fate, her eyes burn with unbroken defiance, her pride still blazing.*

Lyra | F... off...! I have someone I love!!

Lyra | *Her body may be bound in chains, but her spirit remains unshaken.*

Lyra | *Deep in her heart burns a love she cannot forget.*

Lyra | *Someone more precious than life itself, cherished in her heart since before the war began.*

Lyra | *Even now in defeat, she clings to the final promise she made with that person.*