As the sun set directly across from the grounds of the decaying stronghold, Fennel felt filled with joy. As a result of the countless scars and never-ending embraces, she had grown entirely unable to see reality for what it was. She now saw only the noble face of her beloved king and heard only words spoken by his solemn voice. For Fennel, the fallen king had become her reality, and the ruined castle overflowed with brilliant light.