Royal Guards Of Ethyria -final- -yukari-chan- F... Direct

By the sixteenth, the outer wards had fallen. The Praetor’s war-golems—each one a three-ton statue of animated black iron—had smashed through the inner bailey. The Royal Guard had given ground, room by bloody room, until only the Spire’s apex remained.

“Don’t.” Yukari-chan pressed the cloth doll into the Princess’s hands. “Keep this. When you look at it, remember that someone stood between you and the dark. And then go build a world where no one has to.” Royal Guards of Ethyria -Final- -Yukari-chan- F...

A thin line of red ran from her left nostril. Another from her ear. Her left hand, the one that had caught the bolts, was trembling. The faded cloth doll at her belt had torn slightly, a wisp of grey stuffing peeking out. By the sixteenth, the outer wards had fallen

And .

“Last dance,” she whispered. Her first words in seventeen hours. “Don’t