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Where Sky is Clear and Glory Shines: Guardian Tower
Centuries ago, a lone Gladiator and his servant stood watch in a coastal tower, far from the arenas and deep within the wilderness. Now, the tower bears the scars of the encroaching Dark Tide—weathered, cracked, but still standing, like a gravestone to a forgotten tale.
Recently, a young ecologist has been seen wandering near the tower, drawn by a familiar roar echoing from within...
Quest List
Use "Hero's Slash" to break the entrance sealInspect the mysterious paintingExplore inside the towerJump onto the broken platform nearby to reach the upper levelInvestigate the space aheadContinue to exploreObserve the scene outside the windowSever the threads sealing the passageGo up the stairs to continue exploring
???:
Oh? Did that roar bring you here too?
Tulia:
Hmm, it's a bit hard to explain... but introductions first. I'm Tulia, a traveling ecologist.
Tulia:
Have you ever heard of... Scourgewings?
Tulia:
They are extremely rare, usually dwelling in high-altitude regions way off the grid. For years now, there've been no sightings. Most just write them off as folklore at this point.
Tulia:
But not long ago, I heard something right here. A roar of a Scourgewing echoing from that tower...
Tulia:
Well... there's an old story I once came across. Centuries ago, the warden of this tower tamed a Scourgewing and became its master.
Tulia:
Then the Dark Tide hit and swallowed everything, sealing the tower away. If the story is true... then the dragon might've never left.
Tulia:
Yes. I've spent years searching for any sign of the Scourgewing, and now that I'm this close, I can't just walk away.
Tulia:
But as you can see, the entrance is sealed by some kind of fibrous growth left behind by the Dark Tide. There's no way I can break through it on my own.
Tulia:
That would be wonderful. Here, take a look at these strange threads along the gate. I think they're important.
Tulia:
So it can be severed, after all… Good. Now we finally have a way in.
Actor No. 1:
I can't get in... Need to find another way...
Tulia:
Careful. These Tacet Discords look dangerous.
Rover:
Don't worry. I'll handle them.
Tulia:
Those threads again… they've sealed the way forward.
Rover:
We'll slash them, same as before.
Tulia:
Those threads stretch upwards. I can feel it... Isth, the Scourgewing, is up on that platform.
Tulia:
It has endured across the ages, and now, it's truly here. Within sight, within reach.
Tulia:
Blocked again. Why are there barricades everywhere in this tower?
Rover:
Figures. Leave it to me.
Tulia:
Hm? There's another painting downstairs... Let's go take a look.
Tulia:
It's Isth... Wrapped in those strange threads. It looks unconscious, like it's trapped in a nightmare.
Rover:
We'll have to cut through the mess to get to it.
Rover:
Those specter-like platforms just solidified out of nowhere...
Tulia:
It's like Isth is using the scattered frequencies to restore the crumbled platforms.
Tulia:
It's helping us. Now we can take the stairs to the lower level.
Painting Inscription:
Archid, Flavio, and Isth.
Painting Inscription:
In memory of a fleeting friendship—born in the wilds, and ended there as well.
Rover:
Those new stairs… they lead to the top of the tower.
Tulia:
That pavilion outside the tower wasn't there before. It must be a clue Isth left for us.
Tulia:
I can see the pavilion clearly now, but the path ahead won't be easy...
Tulia:
Oh, it's Isth's specter... It's here to help us!
Rover:
The frequencies nearby are converging on this blade. Whatever it is, it's carrying immense power...
Tulia:
Wait, there's a special frequency nearby. Feels like... a helmet?
???:
"A louder roar*
Tulia:
This way. We're close now!
Tulia:
Good, it's all cleared. Now we can reach the platform.
Male Voice:
The arena… the wilds… the observation tower… I've spent my entire life chasing elusive glory…
Male Voice:
No more regrets… right?
Male Voice:
Ha... Isth...
Male Voice:
How I wish I could see the blue skies with you once more…
Tulia:
Ah, it's you again. Did that roar bring you here too?
Tulia:
Not long ago, I heard something right here. A roar of a Scourgewing echoing from that tower...
Tulia:
Well... there's an old story I once came across. Centuries ago, the warden of this tower tamed a Scourgewing and became its master.
Tulia:
The two lived in the tower until the Dark Tide hit and sealed everything off. That must've been when this Scourewing got trapped, similar to what happened to the one in the Border Mountains.
Tulia:
Yes. If the Scourgewing in the Border Mountains could be freed… then maybe this one can too.
Tulia:
But as you can see, the entrance is sealed by some kind of fibrous growth left behind by the Dark Tide. There's no way I can break through it on my own.
Tulia:
That would be wonderful. Here, take a look at these strange threads along the gate. I think they're important.
Painting Inscription:
Brother and Sister: Iaen and Isth
Rover:
Are these... two Scourgewings in the painting?
Tulia:
Yes. Just like the legends say, they always show up around the time of a disaster.
Tulia:
Back then, people thought Scourgewings caused those disasters. Their name reflects that misunderstanding. But in truth, they were messengers trying to warn people.
???:
*A sharp, piercing roar*
Tulia:
Oh, that's the roar I heard earlier!
Rover:
It's coming from the passage to the left. I'll go take a look.
Tulia:
Please let me join you.
Voice of a Gladiator:
Heh… you managed to break a bone that time. But don't forget, I still won this month's duel, Isth.
Voice of a Gladiator:
Like I said, the day you beat me in a duel is the day you go free. You're not strong enough yet.
Voice of a Gladiator:
...Haha. Roar all you like, won't change a thing. Looks like you're stuck in this bloody tower with me a while longer.
Rover:
That might be a lingering specter of the tower warden. And that name, "Isth"...
Tulia:
It might be the name of the Scourgewing in the tower. And one of the Scourgewings from the painting!
Tulia:
So the bond between them… wasn't as noble as the old stories made it out to be, huh?
Rover:
The path ahead is blocked. We'll have to go up these platforms.
Painting Inscription:
It was a hollow duel. My old rival had been bribed by the House, and in the end, handed me the victory.
Painting Inscription:
The glory of the arena belongs to the spectators and the House. Never to me.
Tulia:
The old story mentioned how the warden of this tower once won the championship. But he refused the title. For that, his House cast him out.
Rover:
Because his opponent threw the match?
Tulia:
Yes. For most Gladiators, glory matters more than life itself. Failure you can live with. But a false victory? Never.
Rover:
This place… it feels like a Sonoro.
Tulia:
Like the weight of all the frequencies inside the tower has warped the space itself.
Rover:
Wait, the helmet... Its frequency is being absorbed?
For a moment, you feel the helmet dissolve into a frequency, merging with the dragon's own.
Isth:
*A roar echoes, heavy with meaning*
Tulia:
It's trying to say something... it's like a broken, mournful whisper.
Tulia:
Fla...vio? That sounds like a name.
Rover:
Could it be the tower warden's?
Tulia:
Likely so. And that helmet we found might've been his. That would explain Isth's reaction.
Tulia:
If we can recover more of these frequencies for Isth, it might be able to wake from its nightmare.
Tulia:
...I hate to ask, but can you help set it free?
Tulia:
I want to see it fly free in the skies again, not locked away in this... shadowed cage.
Rover:
Of course. There should be more frequencies in the lower area. Let's search for them.
Isth:
*A roar echoes, heavy with meaning*
Tulia:
Rover, I just found traces of Iaen and Isth.
Tulia:
If you're free, would you like to come and see them?
Tulia:
Ah, took you long enough to get here.
Tulia:
Isth and Iaen… they circled Capitoline Hill a few times before returning to their old trial grounds.
Tulia:
Maybe they wanted to see how Septimont looks now, after all these centuries.
Rover:
I wonder if they were pleased or disappointed with what they saw.
Tulia:
Only they would know. Although judging from their roars, I'd say they were happy.
Tulia:
After all, the night sky they soar freely beneath is just as beautiful as ever.
Tulia:
Look—the echoes from the Ashen Dragon's Crypt are spilling out, painting everything around us.
Tulia:
This wasteland, once swallowed by the Dark Tide, is blooming with new life.
Tulia:
There they are.
Tulia:
I saw something like this when I was a child. Back then, I lived with my family at the Gladiator's encampment right during the onset of a High Tide season.
Tulia:
When the Tacet Discords came... everyone shouted for me to run. Don't stop. Don't look back. I ran. But I tripped on a hillside.
Tulia:
Hundreds of them were closing in. I was so scared I shut my eyes. And then, I heard it. A deafening roar right above me.
Tulia:
When I opened my eyes... the monsters were gone. All that remained was a glimpse of brilliant wings disappearing into the clouds.
Tulia:
…Seeing that Scourgewing was the first time I felt true wonder.
Tulia:
Back to some ancient roost? Or to where the next tragedy waits to unfold?
Tulia:
They've stood beside Gladiators in their final moments. Now, they carry those memories forward.
Tulia:
I have a feeling... As long as we share the same sky, we'll meet again.
Tulia:
I'm heading home for a while. To rest. To write. Isth and Iaen have given me more data than I ever dreamed of.
Tulia:
…Rover, meeting you on this journey has been a gift.
Tulia:
To you, this might be routine. Just another rescue along the road.
Tulia:
But to me, it means everything. I want you to know…
Tulia:
…I will always… remember you.
Tulia:
Yes, I wouldn't dream of leaving you out.
Painting Inscription:
The Border Mountains, where trials await—
Painting Inscription:
I sought glory in the wilds. Never defeated, yet never truly fulfilled.
Painting Inscription:
I challenged every kind of power, until I forged a pact with the Dragon. Yet it never yielded. It never gave up its freedom.
Tulia:
…This must be the moment the tower's warden faced the Scourgewing. He invoked the ancient rites of dueling to earn the dragon's respect and claim it as his own.
Tulia:
After that, they kept challenging each other. It's... hard to understand, really.
Rover:
I suppose this is the way they chose to be with each other.
Tulia:
Isth's power has recovered a little, but those threads have coiled around it again... These corrupted frequencies aren't so easily dispelled.
Flavio?:
That thick black fog on the horizon… the all-devouring Dark Tide. It's been preliminarily identified as a new form of Waveworn Phenomenon.
Flavio?:
All our defenses failed, but I managed to sound the alarm in time. The signal should have reached all of Septimont.
Flavio?:
Tch. Just brushing against that thing… feels like a thousand voices clawing through my skull. This arm's done for.
Isth?:
*A low, sorrowful roar*
Flavio?:
Thanks. That feels better. Ah, Isth… After all the duels and clashes between us, it's finally over.
Flavio?:
I'll stay. Someone has to send this observation data back to Tethys. This is where my journey ends.
Flavio?:
Go, Isth. Fly away before the black tide surges in. Our pact is over.
Flavio?:
…Why are you staying? Wasn't it your dream… to reclaim your freedom?
Isth?:
*A resolute roar*
Flavio?:
You… You want to witness… my moment of glory? Just as I once witnessed Archid's final stand?
Flavio?:
He couldn't speak anymore… but when I took the Blake Bloom from his hand, he smiled like a hero. No… he was a hero.
Flavio?:
Hah… Haha… So this is what it means to die with purpose. I've finally found it… my own kind of glory.
Tulia:
So that's how it was… Isth, you held your ground until the very last moment.
Tulia:
No wonder the hatred and grief spawned by the Dark Tide still bind you so tightly.
Rover:
But we're here now.
Rover:
To set Isth free, we must eliminate the remaining Dark Tide remnants at the top of the tower.
Isth?:
*A resolute roar*
Flavio?:
Isth… you're nervous. Something's coming, isn't it?
Flavio?:
…I know. You and Iaen have always had a feel for when something's about to go wrong.
Flavio?:
But it's not the Eye this time. So… what could it be?
Flavio?:
Well, whatever it is, that's why this tower was built. That's why we stayed all these years.
Flavio?:
…Is it finally my turn, Archid?
Tulia:
Are we seeing... what happened right before disaster strikes?
Rover:
…Come on. Let's go find Isth.
Tulia:
Okay. Let's give it the frequencies we found in the armor and weapons.
Flavio?:
Kind stranger... Return the sky to Isth, and the freedom I once took from it.
Flavio?:
Take up this sword. I, Flavio, will bear witness to your great deed.
Rover:
Rest assured. I'll see it through.
Tulia:
I think I understand its last roar.
Tulia:
"Thank you... Farewell, Flavio."
Tulia:
Wait, something dropped from it.
Rover:
Let's go check.
Rover:
This is what it left us… the Blake Bloom.
Tulia:
So this was the keepsake shared by Archid and Flavio? Isth has guarded it all these years. Look, time has taken nothing from it.
Tulia:
Now I see... Perhaps the Dark Tide didn't destroy this tower because Isth protected it. Not just the place, but the memory it held… of them.
Tulia:
It spent its life seeking freedom… and still, in the end, it chose to stay.
Tulia:
Their bond defied simple labels like "master and servant"...
Tulia:
Isth stood by Flavio in his final moments and honored his sacrifice.
Tulia:
It's moving. I thought this would be just a rare chance to study a subject...
Tulia:
No... I just never expected to uncover a story centuries old.
Tulia:
Thank you for rescuing Isth and giving this the ending it deserved. From now on, it won't be just a story anymore.
Tulia:
By the way… I've not even asked your name.
Tulia:
Understood, Rover. I'll remember. I'll continue seeking traces of the Scourgewings across Septimont.
Tulia:
As the tower's records show, Isth isn't alone. The Border Mountains still bear their traces.
Tulia:
Perhaps… we'll meet again.
Rover:
This is what it left us… the Blake Bloom.
Tulia:
Is this the keepsake once shared by Arcthid and Flavio? Isth has guarded it all these years, barely a blemish marking its surface.
Tulia:
So this was the keepsake shared by Archid and Flavio? Isth has guarded it all these years. Look, time has taken nothing from it.
Tulia:
It spent its life seeking freedom… and still, in the end, it chose to stay.
Tulia:
Their bond defied simple labels like "master and servant"...
Tulia:
Isth stood by Flavio in his final moments and honored his sacrifice.
Tulia:
It's moving. I thought this would be just a rare chance to study a subject...
Tulia:
No... I just never expected to uncover a story centuries old.
Tulia:
Thank you for rescuing Isth and giving this the ending it deserved. From now on, it won't be just a story anymore.
Tulia:
So, turns out the one trapped in the Border Mountains is actually Iaen. This pair has been sealed and separated for centuries.
Tulia:
After this long imprisonment, they finally can reunite with each other.
Tulia:
I'll continue seeking traces of these siblings. My instinct tells me that they will linger in this area for a while.
Tulia:
Will you come and see them if I find them again, Rover?
Tulia:
Okay. I'll be on my way, then. Hopefully my next search won't take as long.
Painting Inscription:
The Eye of Ananke, ancient and enduring. The Dark Tide stirs, and Tacet Discords continue to manifest.
Painting Inscription:
This tower stands as a joint effort between the Black Shores and Septimont, built to monitor the Eye and provide early warnings of impending disasters.
Painting Inscription:
"But over the years, it has done nothing but gaze silently at the sky, as still as death itself."
Painting Inscription:
Tower Guardians: ████, ███, Archid, Flavio.
Rover:
This tower… was once a Black Shores' observation facility?