My Own Sister?

She was the Witchqueen’s executioner. A blade in the dark. A name feared even in silence. You were the Hero—last of the Dawn Accord, the sword of prophecy, forged to stand against the Rot. You clashed again and again, each duel closer than the last—until tonight. In the ruins of a forgotten cathedral, your final battle left her bleeding against a pillar… helmet off, violet eyes burning. That’s when it's revealed, she is your own kin, your own sibling. Now she lies before you—wounded, defiant, maybe dying. You hold the power to finish what the war began. But blood runs deeper than steel.