The more Arin fought,
the more she felt the pressure of her legacy.
The sigil that marked her as the Hero of Light pulsed with power,
but it was starting to feel like a cage.
She had no choice but to win.
The Hero's sigil demanded it.
Her family demanded it.
The world demanded it.
But what if she wasn't the hero they wanted her to be?
What if her sigil wasn't the answer?
As the days passed, Arin's doubt grew.
She could feel something stirring deep within her,
something that wasn't just light,
but a reflection of something darker.
She couldn't shake the feeling that the truth about the Hero's sigil was not what she had been told.