EXT. RUINS OF THE FIRST LEVEL - NIGHT
Broken towers under a violet sky, their stonework fractured mid-collapse as if frozen by some ancient cataclysm. SIM, a swordsman in a black cloak with a single red tassel at the collar, walks beside LADY MARIA, blindfolded, all in white robes that billow despite the windless air, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder as they navigate rubble and silence.
SIM
Tell me, Maria... do you think Leia believes we are still alive? Does she imagine we survived the void, or has she already mourned us as lost? Does she imagine we survived the void, or has she already mourned us as lost?
MARIA
We made a promise... the two of us.
A line of white automatons rises from the ruins.
AUTOMATON
The Rift will wait for no one.
SIM
What are machines doing at this level?
One automaton steps forward. Its face is blank.
AUTOMATON
We must return to the surface.
Its eyes ignite red.
SIM
I am Sim, guardian of Lady Maria... and I will proceed with your execution. My duty to her leaves no room for mercy or hesitation. My duty to her leaves no room for mercy or hesitation.
Steel meets steel. Lightning runs down the blade.
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