Sirus stumbled back, his heart heavy with the weight of his vendetta. The music seemed to swell around him, each note a cruel reminder of his suffering. But amidst the chaos, a flicker of determination sparked within him. I will not be forgotten, he declared, his voice rising above the revelry. I will rise from the ashes of my despair and reclaim what is rightfully mine. The nobles turned to stare at him, their expressions a mix of amusement and scorn. But Sirus stood tall, his eyes ablaze...