For the first time, the choice might be his. If he dares take it.
Everyone expects Caelum to become the Sanctum's champion. Elwin does too. But when the final trial ends, Caelum stands defeated and Elwin is chosen in his place.
It should mean freedom. A chance to leave the Sanctum and see the outside world for the first time. Instead, the Noctis he is given conceals a burden beneath that promise. Elwin is left with a hollow ache where his heart should be and fractured visions he cannot explain.
Something is changing in him.
His magic has become shadow. His darkest thoughts have found a voice, and the face speaking within him is identical to his own.
Unless Elwin can uncover the true nature of what was forced upon him and learn to control it, its power will strip away the one thing he was never taught to claim.
His own will.