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"Rest in peace, dear friend," the wizard said quietly, standing over the newly erected tombstone. "Even with the power bestowed upon me, I cannot prevent your death. The consequences are too dangerous…" He had repeated these words many times before. And it was far from the first time his hand had reached for the cherished Reset button. But he knew there was no good outcome for the High Councilor's survival. Suddenly, a heavy, armored hand rested on his shoulder, and a familiar voice came from behind him: "How many?" The wizard turned and looked into the orange eyes of his colleague and apprentice through a slit in his silver mask. He paused, his shoulders slumping in realization. "Nine hundred and fifty-one. That's how many times I've tried to change his fate." "Enough, Red." The young wizard rarely spoke in such a serious tone. "I may not remember what happened those nine hundred and fifty times, but I know exactly what you went through there… It's time for us to move on." "You're right, Orange," Red sighed sadly. "As always, you're right…"

1426, the beginning of the Taurian-Teutonic War.

Date: 12/25/2024 [Festive Bird]: Random RDM/Caster Glam#2 #Non-Cosplay This Glam is apart of the "Gen#1" Collection (FreeTrial Compatible) Follow for more FFXIV Fashion!

"Under the gaze of the Wanderer" My entry for Final Fantasy XIV's FanFest 2021 Art contest.