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Dreams of an absolution
Dreams of an absolution








dreams of an absolution

So she opted to do what she always did best: be a decoy. The roars of battle distantly rang out from three different directions, the Empire splitting to attack the Kingdom and the Alliance, the former who charged relentlessly, and the latter who pushed forward with defensive formations in preparation for the inevitable clash.īernadetta always empathised with Linhardt’s reaction to blood and death. Edelgard looked upon her as a friend, called her friend, broke bread and drank wine with her as a friend, but she knew now what she was: a cog in the machine. She was a crucial component in her plan to stop the Kingdom and Alliance at Gronder Field to end the war. Edelgard said once that she would not entrust this job to anyone but her she was, after all, one of, if not the Empire’s most skilled archer. The Empire’s soldiers cheer around her, but Bernadetta knows it will do little to quell the Kingdom and Alliance’s vigour. It soars over the battlefield and lands directly on the bridge, shattering its timber supports. She breathes in as the bolt becomes inflamed and fires it into the sky. She ignores the awed stares of those that assist her and awaits a mage to alight the bolt. Bernadetta feels cold steel in her hands as she aims the ballistae towards them. The Kingdom army is the first to cross the bridge, as Edelgard predicted. Claude is quick to follow up, urging his army to cautiously move toward Bernadetta, atop the lonely hill where she stands against the storm armed with ballistae and soldiers that guard her as the first line of defense. She knows this part well.ĭimitri roars and sends his forces flying mercilessly towards the Empire. Her hands shake in anticipation, but she knows it’s fear. The perfect calm before the inevitable storm that she basks in before Adrestia’s enemies close in on her, echoing desperate cries and songs of victory. There’s an eternity of silence that hangs over the field. Bernadetta becomes conscious when she spots fireballs gliding through the air and land where the Kingdom and Alliance forces are entrenched. Ever since the war’s end, one dream continues to haunt her.










Dreams of an absolution