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Rinascita II Act V
Shadow of Glory
The Maiden left the tower without saying goodbye. Follow her trail to the land of glory.
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Rover:
(...?! That felt like a strong energy fluctuation from Cartethyia's Sonoro, the Inverted Tower...)
Rover:
(Her frequency is unstable… I should go check on her.)
Rover:
What set off this huge energy surge? There are traces of Cartethyia's Resonance Energy discharge everywhere...
Abby:
What a MESS! This place looks like it was just bombarded!
Abby:
(Sniffs) Yep, that's definitely Cartethyia's residual frequencies. Where did she go?
Your attempts to contact Cartethyia go unanswered. The only clue left is a faint flicker of her energy's explosion, pointing towards a cluster of islands opposite Ragunna.
Rover:
No response.
Rover:
Can you tell where these traces lead, Abby?
Abby:
Over there. But the traces are kinda messy. They feel unsteady too...
Rover:
That way… That's the archipelago across from Ragunna.
Rover:
The traces are still fresh. We should follow them to find Cartethyia before they fade.
Abby:
Should we go now?
Rover:
Yes. With the Threnodian's will gone, she wouldn't lose contact unless something's wrong. Really wrong.
Rover:
But before we go…
Cantarella:
Oh, a call from the honored Laureate {Male=himself;Female=herself}. What is it? Missing the serenity of my castle, I presume?
Cantarella:
Cartethyia is missing… I see.
Cantarella:
It is indeed a rather urgent issue.
Cantarella:
Go on, what is it you wish to ask of me?
Rover:
I want to learn more about the archipelago before I set off to find her.
Cantarella:
Ah, caution is indeed a virtue. Since you're in a hurry, I'll spare you the lengthy details.
Cantarella:
That archipelago is called Septimont.
Cantarella:
It's another city-state within Rinascita. Like us Ragunnesi, its people were guided by the Sentinel across vast seas to settle there.
Cantarella:
But over time, Septimont and Ragunna's differences led to a rift. Each one forged its own path.
Rover:
What kind of differences?
Cantarella:
Septimontians don't believe in the Sentinel.
Cantarella:
Even from a shared origin, the hearts and minds of people can diverge in unexpected ways.
Cantarella:
Septimont is a city of warriors. Its creed is simple "All for glory, fear no death." They revere heroes, not the Divinity.
Cantarella:
Under The Order's control, Ragunna enforces strict border controls for Septimontians, but Septimont places no such barriers for the Ragunnesi.
Cantarella:
You could say that Septimont has a far more accepting attitude toward outlanders.
Cantarella:
At present, Septimont is hosting the Great Agon, a cornerstone in the city's economy. Such a season draws visitors from far and wide.
Rover:
Sounds like the perfect time to visit Septimont. Thank you, Cantarella.
Cantarella:
You're the Fisalias' eternal ally... and of course, my esteemed guest. No need for formalities between us.
Abby:
Look! A wingray right here!
Abby:
It can give us a lift.
Abby:
Hmm, my heart's racing like crazy...
Rover:
Do you feel sick?
Abby:
Not really, I just have this uneasy feeling.
Rover:
Uneasy? Did you sense something dangerous in Septimont?
Abby:
I don't know how to put it. It's strange, like things are all tangled up somehow...
Rover:
There are traces of a Resonance Energy discharge everywhere...
Abby:
What a MESS! This place looks like it was just bombarded!
Abby:
Yep, that's definitely Cartethyia's residual frequencies. Where did she go?
Since arriving in Septimont, Abby has remained silent within your Tacet Mark.
You try to sense Cartethyia but are confronted with an unbelievable vision—Cartethyia facing a half-human, half-lion creature.
Following her tracks, you head toward a sculpture beneath a stone wall where you find the Hero's Legacy Armor.
Rover:
Abby, we've arrived. How do you feel now?
Rover:
Abby?
Rover:
(Nothing from my Tacet Mark. Is it sleeping? Or is it...)
Rover:
(Cartethyia helped with Abby's symptoms before... I could really use her help now.)
Rover:
(We share the same thread of Imperator's power. I could try using that to sense where she is.)
Rover:
(What's that creature she's facing? A half-human, half-lion Tacet Discord? Or a special Echo?)
Rover:
(She was here before.)
Rover:
(I'll follow this same path and see if I can find someone to talk to.)
As your fingers touch the cold statue, the whispers of fallen heroes ring through your mind.
The clash of weapons mingles with battle cries and hearty laughter. Amid these sounds, the Hero's Legacy Armor murmurs its late master's eternal longing for glory...
Rover:
(That armor might be an Echo.)
Rover:
(An Echo... that awaits a true warrior.)
Rover:
(It seems happy. Is it because I'm reminding it of past battles?)
Rover:
(Looks like I've made my first friend here.)
Rover:
So… this is Septimont.
Cartethyia:
The traces will guide you here, Rover.
Cartethyia:
And, when the time comes, you'll bring this story to its rightful end.
Cartethyia:
The scent of seawater... It's right ahead.
The wind at your side carries a trace of Cartethyia. It grazes your ear as it passes, then slips away into the deeper dark, where the shadows thicken and forgotten secrets lie in wait.
Rover:
(There's a village up ahead. I'll go talk to some locals.)
In the first village you reach in Septimont, you find no leads on Cartethyia.
However, you do learn that the half-human, half-lion Guardian you saw, the mighty Arsinosa, will appear in the city's Agon of Champions. Held every four years, it is the biggest Gladiatorial event in Septimont.
The match will be held at the Colosseum on Septimont's hilltop, and you plan to continue your investigation there.
Excited Villager:
Ha, I knew it! The Blue Furies remain undefeated!
Excited Villager:
Ah, folk always write 'em off, thinking they're just sailors or singers. That don't matter in the arena. It's all about pure strength.
Cautious Villager:
Most of the teams in this year's finals aren't even backed by local nobles.
Excited Villager:
So what? Worried about your bets? How many times do I have to—
Cautious Villager:
Aye.
Excited Villager:
Alright, alright... Oh, look here, a visitor! Welcome to Septimont!
Excited Villager:
Your clothes aren't from around here. You from the New Federation?
Excited Villager:
Ah, I've met some visitors from Huanglong before. Proper folk, polite as can be. They do tend to speak in riddles though!
Excited Villager:
We just watched a live match. Too bad you missed it. Mattia from the Blue Furies gave the other team a right pounding!
Cautious Villager:
Aye. Capitoline Hill's holding the Great Agon now in the city. Happens every four years. All of Septimont's talkin' about who'll be the next champion. You here for the games too?
Rover:
No, I'm looking for someone.
Excited Villager:
At this time? That might be tricky. Folks from all over Solaris are floodin' into Septimont lately!
Cautious Villager:
Who's it you're looking for? This here is the first stop for ferries heading to Capitoline Hill. Maybe we've seen them before.
Cautious Villager:
...Can't say I've seen anyone like that around.
Cautious Villager:
Most Ragunnesi we see here are from the Troupe of Fools or the Montelli nobles. They're a bit more open to our ways of thinking about faith.
Cautious Villager:
If she's wearing the Order's emblem, though, she'll have drawn some eyes.
Rover:
(After Cartethyia and Fleurdelys's frequencies merged, she got her body back. If she passed through here, people would've seen her.)
Excited Villager:
A half-human, half-lion creature wearin' armor and swingin' a poleaxe? That's gotta be the Guardian Echo of Septimont, our Lioness of Glory, Arsinosa!
Rover:
Can you tell me more about this Guardian Echo?
Cautious Villager:
Gladly! See, ever since our ancestors set foot on this land, we Septimontians have fought the harsh elements and the savage Tacet Discords.
Cautious Villager:
Many brave souls came before us, their Reverberations settlin' in the stone that now stands as Arsinosa. She was born from the battle's roar and the fierce bellows of pride.
Excited Villager:
As the guardian of Septimont, Arsinosa usually only reveals herself during the Great Agon. To earn her blessing is the highest honor any Septimontian could hope for!
Rover:
(But... why would Cartethyia take on Septimont's Guardian Echo?)
Excited Villager:
If you want to see her, just wait for the finals. They'll be held in the Colosseum in the city. But don't dawdle, get a ticket now or you'll miss out!
Cautious Villager:
As for that Order girl you're looking for, you might try askin' in the inns around the city...
Busy Septimotian:
Clay! Edwin! Come give me a hand!
Cautious Villager:
Ah, right, we best be off. If you want to see the fights, follow this path to the arena. The ticket booth's just up ahead.
Kind Septimontian:
To us Septimontians, They are a strong comrade in arms. They are also the guide who led us to our new homeland.
Kind Septimontian:
Like the Ragunnesi, our ancestors were displaced and forced to sail through stormy seas. But I think that was a test of our strength.
Kind Septimontian:
It tempered our bodies and minds, teaching us that humanity itself is the true hero of Septimont. Only the strongest can stand beside the Sentinel and fight.
Kind Septimontian:
Without the blood spilled and sweat shed, Septimont would've known no peace, no stability.
Kind Septimontian:
But the Ragunnesi lost their way, treating the Sentinel like some kind of divinity. They forget it's the strength of people that counts.
Kind Septimontian:
That's just cowardice. An easy escape.
Kind Septimontian:
Here, if we build statues, it's to honor the heroes of the hunt.
Kind Septimontian:
Hmm... though, I've heard things are changing over there in Ragunna lately...
Senior Septimontian:
You want to know about Arsinosa? She's the heart of our land.
Senior Septimontian:
If you visit the downtown area on Capitoline Hill, you'll see it for yourself. The Gryphon statues are everywhere.
Senior Septimontian:
They've been part of this archipelago since ancient times. We used to fight them, but we've always respected their strength and bravery.
Senior Septimontian:
In Septimont, strong emotional frequencies tend to settle within things. That's how Arsinosa came to be.
Senior Septimontian:
She was once just a Gryphon statue, but the people's burning desire for victory transformed her into Septimont's Iudicis Echo.
Senior Septimontian:
It's a kind of... testament to our will!
Senior Septimontian:
I've heard that the Sentinel came to Septimont not long after Arsinosa was born.
Senior Septimontian:
It's said They even met her... I can't help but wonder what happened. As the Sentinel's fellow warriors, we Septimontians pay heed to Their actions.
Senior Septimontian:
But after that, it was the last time the Sentinel came to Septimont.
Senior Septimontian:
Maybe They saw we could handle things on our own and decided to entrust the city to our ancestors.
Senior Septimontian:
If that's the case, it's a grand honor, don't you think?
Senior Septimontian:
Ah, Arsinosa... she will stand watch over our land now and forever.
You encounter a young Taoist girl named Buling, who claims to be from Mengzhou.
She seems to have sought you out deliberately, but after a few cryptic exchanges, she vanishes without a trace.
Rover:
(Its frequency is similar to the Echoes in Ragunna. Could it have originated from Imperator's power as well?)
Rover:
(But it's unstable, as if something else is interfering... Strange, it's just like Abby said.)
Rover:
(I can feel its source close to the city, but can't pin down where exactly.)
??:
Boss, you're looking so serious!
Rover:
And you are...?
Buling:
Me? I'm a traveling Taoist from Mengzhou. Just call me Buling.
Buling:
Exorcism, talisman divination, fortune-telling... you name it, I "bling" it! So Rover, you want to try your luck fah?
Rover:
How did you know my name?
Buling:
Heard about you from an old friend. You know Jianxin? Pretty sure you met her in Jinzhou. She trained with the same master before me.
Buling:
We've got history. Last time I went up to the mountain to see her, she mentioned you.
Buling:
So I hear you're looking for someone? Tsk, not so easy, not so easy. The feng shui in Rinascita is not good.
Buling:
The Qi is trapped underwater, not good flow. No luck now, bad sign. You should be careful, Boss!
Buling:
You show up and the stars change... I was betting on who could break the deadlock, so I'm glad I caught you first.
??:
Sniff... Hm?
??:
Not bad!
??:
Think you can keep me from fighting?
??:
Careful now...
??:
We'll see who rips whose throat out first.
You meet a young Gladiator named Lupa. Once part of a Gladiator team, she left after learning about her House's involvement in match-fixing. She recognizes your strength and invites you to team up.
You sense a faint trace of Cartethyia's frequency on Lupa, but she denies ever meeting her.
To learn the truth and because Arsinosa will appear in the finals, you accept Lupa's invitation to join her in the arena.
??:
Alright, Emilio. Why don't you take your band of cowards and get out of my way before I decide to handle it myself?
??:
Pulling dirty tricks before the Agon... did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you ever stop to think you nearly got an innocent person killed? Shame on you!
Emilio:
Lupa… so you're really not gonna reconsider? Even with the finals just around the corner?
Lupa:
Reconsider? Ha! You think I should keep playing along and stay blind to your match-fixing?
Lupa:
I don't care what you do off the field, but in the arena, fairness isn't negotiable. If you can't get that, just keep wagging your tail for the house...
Lupa:
You know, I once thought you were a decent Gladiator, and we fought well together. But look at you now. Pathetic.
Emilio:
You—! You know nothing, Lupa.
Emilio:
...Not everyone has the same strength to survive in Septimont with a clean conscience.
Lupa:
Sorry about that clown show. Don't judge Septimont by a few rats that can't hold their own in the dirt. They're not the norm here.
Lupa:
Lupa's the name. Gladiator by trade. Guess we're acquainted now after crossing blades. Care to tell me your name?
Lupa:
Got it. It's rare to meet someone with your kind of strength.
Lupa:
Combat makes the greatest warriors. You're a fine example of that.
Rover:
What happened just now? Did they try to ambush you?
Lupa:
Heh... just about. That man, Emilio, used to be my partner. The Silvas were probably behind this.
Lupa:
The House of Silva is nobility in Septimont. I share their name, though, I'm sure they've thrown me out since I stepped away from the team.
Rover:
Is this tied to the match-fixing you mentioned?
Lupa:
Yes. I knew something was off, but I didn't think they'd go this far. Maybe they threw some serious money at it.
Lupa:
I thought the money I made them would've been enough. Oh well!
Lupa:
I was thinking, you're not a local, are you? How about—
Lupa:
We team up and fight together in the finals?
Rover:
(That's Cartethyia's frequency... but how?)
Lupa:
Huh? Rover, is that your way of saying yes?
Rover:
I'm sorry. Lupa, have you ever met a Ragunnesi girl by the name of Cartethyia?
Lupa:
Cartethyia... No, never heard of her. What's going on with her?
Rover:
She's missing. I'm looking for her.
Rover:
I tracked her to Septimont, and… it seems she confronted Arsinosa.
Lupa:
Arsinosa is the symbol of our spirit, the great Echo guarding Septimont for centuries. Besides the current Ephor, Augusta, nobody has ever faced her directly.
Lupa:
I don't know if this Cartethyia of yours is strong enough to take on Arsinosa. If she did, it would be the talk of Septimont.
Rover:
I see… no leads yet, then.
Lupa:
Well, that's why you should join me in the Agon. When Arsinosa shows up in the finals, you might find the answers you're looking for.
Lupa:
The champion gets noble recognition, a hefty bonus, and some secret perks. If we win, you can take it all.
Lupa:
If that doesn't interest you, then the attention that comes with being a champion will help you find the information you need on her.
Rover:
True. But what's in it for you?
Lupa:
Me? I just want to see the look on their cheating faces when they realize I've beaten them at their own game!
Lupa:
They're probably betting against me in secret. Ha, doesn't matter. Once we win, they'll lose it all. Serves 'em right.
Lupa:
If there's no punishment for crossing the line, then what's the point of a line at all?
Lupa:
I don't know what other tricks my dear family has planned, but you? You're an outlander. Strong, too. No ties to their schemes.
Lupa:
That's why I look forward to walking this path with you. Can't wait to see what kind of Gladiator you'll be!
Rover:
(Arsinosa and the unusual frequency I felt from Lupa are the only leads I've got…)
Rover:
(Lupa denies ever meeting Cartethyia, but maybe she didn't realize... or she's hiding something.)
Rover:
(Either way, teaming up with her is my best shot at finding the truth.)
Lupa:
That's the spirit! Well then... I'll be counting on you, my fellow warrior.
Lupa:
Now, let's go register our team!
You and Lupa register a new team and ready for your first battle together.
Lupa:
Hi there. Is team registration still open?
Boethia:
May applause greet you. Yes, you can register... Oh wait, you're Contender Lupa!
Boethia:
Do you... wish to register a new team? But aren't you...
Lupa:
Plans changed. I'm no longer with the Bough of Legions. This is my new partner, Rover.
Boethia:
Ah... I see. Allow me to register you again. Have you settled on a name for your new team?
Lupa:
Hmm… Rover, why don't you do the honors?
Lupa:
We Septimontians live alongside the waves, and I've always found their sound soothing. A perfect choice!
Lupa:
Alright, the name is settled. We'd also like to apply for the special qualifier, please.
Boethia:
Of course. Please wait one moment.
Lupa:
The Gladiator's Agon happens year-round in Septimont. Training matches, exhibition games, open tournaments, you name it.
Lupa:
But we're after the Agon of Champions, the biggest event held every four years. We also call it the Great Agon.
Lupa:
There are two stages: a points-based prelim and an elimination round. The prelim is almost over. The eliminations are about to begin.
Lupa:
I've earned enough points from the regular matches to qualify for the finals, but since you're a new contender, you'll need to win the special qualifier to make it.
Lupa:
If we defeat higher-ranked opponents, we can secure a spot with fewer matches.
Rover:
Just the two of us? Is it two-on-two?
Lupa:
Exactly. It's one of the reforms the new Ephor made to the Agon. And of course, our Echo partners will be joining us in the arena too!
Lupa:
Echoes aren't just companions to us, but proof of our strength. Hunting them, taming them, and learning to live with them is the first lesson every Septimontian learns.
Lupa:
Now, it's time to step into the arena. Ready?
Boethia:
Registration completed. Happy hunting, contenders!
Lupa:
Let's see how well we work together in the arena, my fellow warrior.
Hermilia:
Are you ready for the Gladiator's Agon?
Hermilia:
Happy hunting, Gladiators!
You and Lupa secure your first victory. But as her supporters and fans swarm you, the weight of her fame as a Gladiator comes crashing down.
To avoid lingering too long, Lupa laughs and takes your hand, pulling you away from the arena.
Lupa:
We did it!
Lupa:
That was perfection! Haven't felt this alive in ages.
Lupa:
I could finally focus and savor every moment of the fight…
Lupa:
Thanks, warrior. Teaming up with you was the right choice.
Rover:
And these are...?
Lupa:
Ta-das. These little ones love a good match and never miss a chance to cheer for the victors.
Lupa:
They're more fired up than usual. Looks like your performance really won them over, Rover.
Rover:
They're just as lively as the baby Gryphon I came across before.
Lupa:
This city does know how to keep spirits high! Speaking of Gryphons, they've actually been here long before our ancestors even settled on this archipelago.
Lupa:
Anyway, we've secured our first victory. The next match will be held further out.
Lupa:
If we take down the top-ranked team there, we'll be… Huh?
Eager Spectator:
CONTENDER LUPA! PLEASE SIGN FOR ME!
Flustered Spectator:
I-it's you… in the flesh! Why-why would a star like you be in this arena?
Flustered Spectator:
It's impossible to get a ticket for your matches... Ugh, I wish I'd known sooner that you'd be here!
Discerning Spectator:
Did something happen with the Bough of Legions, Contender Lupa? Who's this new Gladiator you've got with you? Did you replace Contender Emilio?
Discerning Spectator:
Oh, that's front-page material...
Eager Spectator:
Hey, make some room! LUPA! I LOVED YOUR PERFORMANCE! PLEASE, WILL YOU SIGN FOR ME?!！
Lupa:
I'm sorry. It's been too long since I've fought outside the Colosseum. Should've worn a helmet.
Lupa:
Alright, everyone…
Lupa:
Uh... I-I can handle this, but it'll take too long.
Lupa:
We need to make a swift retreat.
Rover:
Okay, but how?
Lupa:
Easy. Just hold my hand and don't let go!
Hermilia:
{Cus:Var,VarType=Global Key=main_team_name} versus Vulcan Mining.
Hermilia:
Let the Agon begin!
Lupa:
Hah... hah... Haha! Good, we made it out!
Lupa:
I'll let the staff at the next arena know we're coming to avoid the same chaos there.
Lupa:
Matches are the bread and butter for Gladiators. The famous ones rarely take on impromptu matches. That's what caused such a stir.
Lupa:
But now… word about our new team is going to spread very quickly.
Lupa's former manager, Cartur, waits for her by the road, but it's clear Lupa has no intention of returning to fight for her patron House.
The power struggles between Septimont's noble Houses simmer beneath the surface as the Great Agon unfolds.
Rover:
What was that smirk about?
Lupa:
Oh, me? I just... sent word to certain people.
Lupa:
Too much modesty is a double-edged sword, so I'll be frank. When it comes to bankability, I'm at the top of the game.
Lupa:
That's how my family, the Silvas, have kept their position all these years. But the nobles here in Septimont are always hunting and contesting for more.
Lupa:
Lions and wolves tear each other to pieces, while the hyenas lie in wait, eyes on their bellies. Everyone wants a taste of the juiciest meat.
Lupa:
And with the illegal betting they're running... Once they hear I've left the old team, they'll all be scrambling to get a piece of the action.
Rover:
Are you planning to muddy the waters?
Lupa:
The waters are already so murky no one can tell who's stirring them.
Lupa:
But it's still better now than it was before. The mess they made before the current Ephor took over was...
??:
May applause greet you, Lupa.
Lupa:
Ha... I see you've been waiting for me, Cartur.
Lupa:
He was my manager back in the Bough of Legions. Has a gift for knowing exactly what to say to anyone, though that's his flaw, too.
Cartur:
For a manager, isn't the skill of speech always a gift?
Cartur:
Domina Julia Silva hoped you'd behave and return home. She bid that I reason with you at the earliest opportunity.
Cartur:
But... it seems you've found yourself a new ally. I daresay her hopes are dashed.
Lupa:
And? What's your point?
Cartur:
How disappointing. Not even a hint of charm when there's no crowd around to impress.
Cartur:
Feeling confident about this new team of yours? What do you think your chances are of winning the championship?
Lupa:
With me and Rover? One hundred percent.
Lupa:
Enough, Cartur. Spare me the games and empty chatter! I have one question for you...
Lupa:
...Are you involved in the Silvas' match-fixing?
Cartur:
No. I do love money, but I don't stoop to that level to get it.
Lupa:
Fair enough. You may leave now.
Cartur:
Tut, tut, dangerous question, Lupa. Think carefully. The Silvas may have made you a star, but they can just as easily snuff that star out.
Cartur:
I've never doubted your talent, but these are the rules of the game.
Lupa:
I know the rules well enough.
Lupa:
...I just wonder if Domina Julia truly understands who's making the rules now, and where she stands in this game.
Rover:
Is this Cartur also from House Silva?
Lupa:
Not exactly. He's a free man, though he's handled Bough of Legions business for the past few years.
Lupa:
Look, Rover. Once we cross the Hero's Way, we'll get to the Capitoline Hill district.
Lupa:
For centuries, countless Gladiators have walked this very path to Colosseum Olymdos... just as we are now.
Lupa:
The next qualifier is just ahead. Once it's over, we can take the cable car to the upper city!
Lupa:
On an autumn day, the view as you ascend and the breeze on your face can truly lift your spirits.
Valius:
Are you ready for the Gladiator's Agon?
Valius:
Happy hunting, Gladiators!
Lupa:
Fierce attacks. Shame it's only exposing your weaknesses.
Lupa:
Hahaha! Great work! Your skill is fueling my bloodlust, Rover!
After your victory in the second Agon, you sense Cartethyia's presence by the waters of Septimont, just as you notice the strange energy affecting Septimont's Echoes.
Meanwhile, Lupa's departure from House Silva sparks retaliatory rumors, but she appears unaffected, focused on helping your search for Cartethyia.
Rover:
(Cartethyia... standing on the water?)
Rover:
(That abnormal sensation came over me again when my sword struck the contender's Echo. )
Rover:
(All the Echoes in Septimont seem to exhibit unstable power. Something is definitely off.)
Rover:
(But it seems like no one else has noticed.)
Whispering Spectator:
Contender Lupa isn't in the Bough of Legions anymore... what a shame.
Doubtful Spectator:
Just two days before the finals, as well! It's unfair to her former teammates and her fans.
Whispering Spectator:
Is it about the money? She's changed teammates how many times now? As for that newcomer next to her...
Scornful Specatator:
Without the Silvas' patronage, there's no way a gladiator from the outskirts could rise to fame so quickly.
Disgruntled Spectator:
Quiet down. Where are you hearing these rumors? Open your eyes, Lupa has never once thrown a match!
Doubtful Spectator:
Hmph, everyone thinks they know the real truth. But consider this, it's a fact I know to be true...
Rover:
...
Lupa:
Let's go, my fellow warrior.
Lupa:
It's all going as planned! Let's get you settled somewhere comfortable, then tomorrow, we head to the Colosseum Olymdos for the semi-finals.
Rover:
I've been meaning to ask, is there a body of water in the city? I think Cartethyia might've passed through there.
Lupa:
A body of water? Yes, but it's been abandoned for years. That elevator can take you to the upper city, though.
Lupa:
If you want to try looking for her, we can start there!
Rover:
Thanks. And…
Lupa:
Yes?
Rover:
Those people just now… they talked about match-fixing. Don't you want to challenge that?
Lupa:
I didn't have time to gather enough proof before I left. Besides, this isn't the right moment.
Lupa:
Once we win the Great Agon, I'll make everything public. In Septimont, only the winners get to speak their truth.
Lupa:
Hehe, I'm fine. High praise leads to harsh words. It's always like that.
Lupa:
Honestly, I don't care what people say. This kind of thing happens every day in Septimont. If you can't handle it, you won't last.
Lupa:
Tarnishing rivals' reputations is one of their usual tricks. I cut off their betting profits, so it's only natural they'd be upset.
Lupa:
Besides, now I have a reliable warrior by my side. That's all that matters.
Lupa:
No worrying about whether my teammate can keep up, no dealing with petty politics... just the thrill of the fight.
Lupa:
Thank you for that, Rover.
Rover:
Why would the place you mentioned be abandoned?
Lupa:
Because of the first Dark Tide in Ragunna… Oh, you know what a Dark Tide is, right?
Rover:
Yes.
Lupa:
Due to certain safety concerns at the time, the main city district was relocated further up the hill.
Valius:
{Cus:Var,VarType=Global Key=main_team_name} versus Blue Furies.
Valius:
Let the Agon begin!
Lupa:
Beware of the Kerasaurs lurking below. Those Tacet Discords will ambush anyone who falls into the water.
Rover:
Are those the city's ruins down there?
Lupa:
Yes, remnants of the Old District.
Lupa:
We rarely use this route since it's too dangerous. But some thrill-seekers come here to hunt Tacet Discords.
Lupa:
Speaking of which, this area is actually under Silva jurisdiction. I used to play here as a child.
Lupa:
You said Cartethyia might've been here. Do you have an idea where she passed through?
Rover:
I think… somewhere over there.
Lupa:
Ah, that's where the statue of Tercules is.
You arrive at the waters where you felt Cartethyia's presence but still find no trace of her.
Rover:
This is the place. I'll look for Cartethyia's traces here.
Lupa:
How?
Rover:
Through... the connection we share.
Lupa:
Alright then. I'll wait here. Good luck!
You call upon the power of Imperator, calling for the one who shares its essence.
The unique frequency pulses through your blade and spreads across the water in ripples. But the connection weakens, fading into the distance.
Cartethyia isn't here.
Lupa:
How's it going? You look... frustrated.
Lupa:
Don't worry, we can follow the lead on Arsinosa.
Lupa:
Tercules… His statues once stood tall on both sides of the street, watching over the heroes of Septimont as they set out to hunt.
Lupa:
Back then, the chimes drifting up from the city were the finest sounds of glory.
Lupa:
Cartethyia...
Lupa:
I've never heard that name before, but it feels strangely familiar...
After coming to Septimont, you learn from Lupa just how important the arena is to the city. It can elevate someone to the heights of power or cast them into obscurity.
Meanwhile, in a side of the city unseen, Cartethyia walks beneath the shadowed skies of Septimont and meets the Nameless One.
Cartethyia:
(Someone's still alive.)
Cartethyia:
Are you okay? You seem like a local… are there any other survivors?
Nameless Girl:
I'm managing. I-I can still move, but I'm exhausted. I've walked for so long, for so far... but I still can't leave this city.
Nameless Girl:
The white Tidal Blight follows me wherever I go.
Cartethyia:
(Tidal Blight… could she mean the Dark Tide?)
Cartethyia:
What's your name?
Nameless Girl:
I… don't remember.
Cartethyia:
That's alright. Memories can be recovered, and so can your name. I've been through something similar myself, and someone helped me find my way back.
Cartethyia:
I've only just arrived here. All of Septimont is cloaked in mist. Would you mind sharing with me what you still remember?
Nameless Girl:
Who… are you?
Cartethyia:
My name is Cartethyia. I'm Ragunna's…
Cartethyia:
I'm a wandering knight from Ragunna.
Nameless Girl:
A wandering knight… ah.
Cartethyia:
Don't worry, I'll take care of them.
Cartethyia:
Come forth, and face my blade.
Lupa:
Welcome to my city, Gryphon's Fortress of Capitoline Hill!
Rover:
Who are they...?
Lupa:
Oh, some minor noble houses that didn't make it into the Agon.
Lupa:
But in Septimont, strength and power go hand in hand. Nobles get more, but they better prove they're worth it and pull their weight for the city.
Lupa:
The Agon isn't just about fortune. It's a way to find the capable. For nobles, the ability to command and control Echoes is a basic responsibility.
Lupa:
If the heir of a noble house isn't strong enough, it signals that the house is unfit to hunt down Tacet Discords or protect Septimont.
Lupa:
So... if a noble's been living it up, they'll end up broke and thrown out of the city after paying high patronage fees for a gladiator who doesn't even make the cut.
Lupa:
"Strength is everything." That's how it works. You've fought your battles too, or you wouldn't be here.
Lupa:
For most Septimontians, the Agon isn't just an event. It's the training ground nobles and commoners alike have to fight in.
Lupa:
The victors show no mercy to the defeated. People here despise weakness, worship strength, and crave glory.
Lupa:
Where you come from don't matter. Prove yourself, and the crowd will scream your name. The spotlight's yours, the arena's your stage.
Lupa:
But if you can't can't keep up, if you're not chosen... you'll be left in the shadows.
Lupa:
Kerasaurs here. Let's take them down!
Actor No. 1:
The semi-finals are tomorrow, yeah? Wonder who'll claim the title this year…
Actor No. 2:
Beasts Beneath. They're the safest pick.
Actor No. 3:
Can you two shut it already? You're drowning out the broadcast! I can't even hear Breen's commentary!
Actor No. 1:
What that odd little girl from earlier said sounded like a load of nonsense, but it felt...
Actor No. 2:
Felt like it might be true, right?! I swear, it's like she could see the outcome! Just like one of our Priestesses!
Actor No. 3:
She said she was from Mengzhou, didn't she? People from Huanglong do have some strange tricks up their sleeves...
Actor No. 1:
Too bad she just vanished like that. I was about to ask her about my family next.
Actor No. 1:
The teams in the top ranks now… match pretty close to that piece The Gladiator ran a while back.
Actor No. 1:
The Blue Furies, Beasts Beneath, Vulcan Mining, and the Bough of Legions are all top of the leaderboard. No real surprise.
Actor No. 2:
Speaking of the Bough of Legions... I've heard some whispers lately.
Actor No. 1:
Bet it all, didn't I... If I'd known earlier, I wouldn't… Oh, to the Tide with it!
Actor No. 2:
I told you! That friend who pulled you into the underground betting was setting you up from the start!
Actor No. 1:
I.. I... (Sobbing)
Actor No. 1:
After a long, bumpy ride from Chongzhou, I've lost count of how many times that damn ship's turned...
Actor No. 1:
Wide open skies… Ah, Septimont. I just hope this year's Great Agon doesn't leave me disappointed.
Actor No. 1:
Heh, after the Carnevale, finally something that piques my interest again.
Actor No. 1:
The one who claimed the Laurel took my family by surprise. I wonder who'll claim the Champion title here...
Actor No. 1:
If we'd booked tickets six months ago, we wouldn't be stuck camping out here!
Actor No. 2:
Who knew the Leonidas Hotel would be this packed? I can't even call in to book a room… Wasn't this hard last year.
Actor No. 2:
And those prices… Let 'em stay if they want to, but I'm not paying that. What's wrong with a tent, anyway?
Actor No. 1:
This is the Great Agon, after all! Ugh, fine. It is what it is this time, but next time, you'll follow my lead.
Actor No. 1:
I just saw Lupa heading into the arena with some stranger!
Actor No. 2:
The Bough of Legions is backed by House Silva. Didn't you notice how often Lupa's partner changes?
Actor No. 2:
House Silva only sees her as their golden goose… It's a good thing Lupa's finally breaking free.
Actor No. 1:
So, Lupa didn't return after all. Emilio's neck is on the line this time.
Actor No. 2:
No telling how furious Domina Julia will be... We'd best stay away as well...
Actor No. 1:
Hey, what do you think? That outlander and her, think they've got a shot at the title?
Actor No. 2:
...Hard to say.
Actor No. 1:
When the finals come 'round, every Gladiator looking for a shot at glory throws themselves into the arena.
Actor No. 1:
The city's slots are already spoken for, but there aren't too many team managers prowling here yet.
Actor No. 1:
Maybe this year, I'll find a promising Gladiator! Someone who could even rival Contender Lupa.
Actor No. 1:
Did you get the notice? Our opponent in the next match is...
Actor No. 2:
Is who?
Actor No. 1:
...Some nobody! We have nothing to worry about.
Actor No. 1:
If we win the title, we'll land more endorsements. Simple as that.
Actor No. 1:
...How will we explain this to the investors?
Actor No. 1:
We didn't deliver on our promise. That money… I can't cover it.
Actor No. 2:
Steady now. First, we go back and face them. Talk it through.
Actor No. 1:
Will they even let us stay in Capitoline Hill after this? I'm scared of what comes next—
Actor No. 2:
No matter what happens, I won't abandon you.
Actor No. 1:
Come on!
Actor No. 1:
Show me what you're made of!
Actor No. 1:
Just how fierce will this match get?
Actor No. 1:
Knock them into the dirt! Come on!
Actor No. 1:
It's huge... Everything in Septimont is larger than life, isn't it?
Actor No. 1:
Even these shields and blades are monstrous! Did the old warriors of Septimont really fight with weapons like this?!
Actor No. 2:
Likely just memorial pieces. I heard the Vale of Glory has its share of them too.
Actor No. 2:
They honor the heroes who once bled for this land... What, you haven't read the The Septimont Tribunal?
Actor No. 1:
Behold, majestic Capitoline Hill, heart of Septimont... and the seat of Gryphon's Fortress.
Actor No. 2:
All these towering statues... they're like guardians watching over the city. Quite imposing.
Actor No. 1:
These Giants of Glory are all carved in the likeness of a Septimontian hero.
Actor No. 1:
And yet, for all the grandeur… I feel only the chill of it.
Actor No. 1:
The city endures. Glory endures. But heroes? Heroes die and rot away, forgotten...
Actor No. 1:
W-wait, isn't that Lupa?!
Actor No. 1:
I should go ask for her autograph... But w-what if she turns me away?
Actor No. 1:
Look, there's someone beside her.
Actor No. 1:
Part of her team? But I know every Gladiator in the Bough of Legions...
Actor No. 1:
That one… Could {Male=he;Female=she} be Lupa's secret suitor?
Actor No. 2:
Shut your mouth! Lupa belongs to every Gladiator-loving fan in Septimont!
Actor No. 2:
No way, no sun-forsaken way...!!
Actor No. 1:
...We're sorry. We... lost to the Blue Furies.
Actor No. 2:
You got bested by a bunch of dancing ferrymen?! Useless, the lot of you!
Actor No. 1:
I...
Actor No. 2:
You what? Lose any more points and I'll throw you out Septimont's gates myself!
Actor No. 1:
Yes, I saw them, Domina Julia.
Actor No. 1:
Lupa's already arrived at the arena in the lower city...
Shifty-eyed Septimontian:
W-why are you looking at me like that?
Shifty-eyed Septimontian:
No way! I'm just a spectator! Came to see the match, that's all!
Shifty-eyed Septimontian:
Wh-what's with that glare?! Y-you're terrifying!
Shifty-eyed Septimontian:
Alright, alright! I won't watch the match, okay?! You happy now?!
The nervous Septimontian scurries off.
Actor No. 1:
I got it. The perfect shot.
Actor No. 1:
"The Lone Wolf's Companion: Lupa's Secret Lover"—hah, I've already got the headline.
Actor No. 1:
No way The Septimont Tribune turns me down this time…
Actor No. 1:
Ugh... Tickets for the finals are bloody outrageous.
Actor No. 1:
Forget it. I'll just watch the broadcast here with Breen the Screen.
Actor No. 1:
Besides, if you can't snag a front-row seat, the broadcast is bound to be better...
Lupa:
Ha! Perfect teamwork. We make quite the hunting party!
Cartethyia:
(Trying to hide in that incubator's experimental unit, are we?)
Cartethyia:
(I need to find a way to destroy those pipes and make it collapse.)
Cartethyia:
(These must be defense mechanisms designed by whoever built this lab.)
Cartethyia:
(The more devices I destroy, the stronger the defenses become.)
Cartethyia:
Found you.