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Rinascita Chapter II Act VIII

By Sun's Burning Hand

As the High Tide draws near, a lurking calamity stirs, with its gaze fixed upon the borders of Septimont. Ephor Augusta invites you to the Sanguis Plateaus for a fateful hunt, the one that may decide the realm's survival...
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Abby:
Woo-wee. Sure is a beautiful day.
Abby:
So any news from the Ephor, Rover? Or are we still chillin' like we've been for the past few days?
Ephor's Palace Attendant:
Good day, {Male=Sir;Female=Madam} Rover.
Ephor's Palace Attendant:
I am Damian, an attendant in service to the Ephor's Palace. By direct command, I have come to deliver you Her Excellency's personal letter.
Ephor's Palace Attendant:
It concerns a matter of utmost importance.
Abby:
Me and my big mouth...
Abby:
Hey, what does it say? Scooch up a bit.
Rover:
It says Augusta has taken care of everything on her end. She's ready to meet us at the Ephor's Palace as agreed.
Rover:
It's most likely something to do with the hunt.
Rover:
We shouldn't keep the Ephor waiting... Time to go, Abby.
Abby:
Aww. You mean now?
Abby:
Well, I think I'll sit this one out and leave all the heavy stuff to you guys. Hehe.
Abby:
Chat for as long as you like. Just gimme me a holler if you need me.

Rover:
The Ephor's Palace is just ahead.

Ephor's Palace Guard:
Greetings! By Her Excellency's command, you are free to enter.

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Actor No. 1:
Stay close. We're almost there.

Actor No. 1:
Stop dozing off. Just follow me.

Augusta:
Over there.

Head to the Ephor's Palace
Rover:
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Actor No. 1:
This way, {Male=Mr.;Female=Ms.} Rover.

Actor No. 1:
Tyrannos's whereabouts… Heh, Aquila must have its eyes on it now.
Actor No. 2:
This one doesn't even worth a glance.

Rover:
Looks like Augusta's already taken care of everything... Let's do this.

You're invited to the Ephor's Palace to meet Septimont's Ephor, Augusta. After an exchange of swords, she shares a brief history of Septimont's hunting traditions and formally invites you to join the hunt for the Dark Tide and its creations in the Sanguis Plateaus. You accept and share information about the Sentinel's Relic and the Journeying Paradise. Upon hearing this, Augusta suggests that the Earthrend Wedge in the hunting grounds may be where the Relic is hidden. Before parting, she tells you that a storm rising in the skies southeast of Septimont will mark the beginning of the hunt.
Augusta:
Impressive!
Augusta:
I expected a challenge, but your performance far exceeds what I had imagined.
Augusta:
Just as I thought, watching from the Colosseum's balcony is no way to understand a warrior's true spirit.
Augusta:
Only by crossing blades can I feel the will to fight pulsing through your veins.
Augusta:
Come. Step closer.
Augusta:
Laureate of Ragunna. Champion of Septimont. Favored Gladiator of Arsinosa—by the honor of these titles, it is only right you stand by my side.
Augusta:
I, Augusta, Ephor of Septimont, offer you my highest esteem.
Augusta:
Hehe. Simple and efficient, no need for pleasantries. Here, we let our blades do the talking. The Septimont way.
Augusta:
I have no doubt that you and I will have plenty of opportunities to get acquainted. But that's not why I called you here today...
Augusta:
On my behalf, and that of the Ephor's Palace, I extend my deepest apologies for failing to keep our appointment.
Augusta:
I hope this delay hasn't dampened your enthusiasm for the hunt.
Augusta:
Haha. Tolerant and strong. Just as I've heard. Virtues of a true hero.
Augusta:
Well, then. Seeing that your interest still holds. Shall we discuss it?
Augusta:
The hunt—in Septimont's long fight for survival, it holds profound significance...
Augusta:
It is both honor and duty. For a hundred years, countless Gladiators have taken up the hunt and met their end in glory.
Augusta:
It's no exaggeration to say that the blood of Gladiators still burns in every inch of the crimson Sanguis Plateaus.
Augusta:
Our ancestors built the defenses that line those grounds. To this day, they stand as the frontline of Septimont's resistance against the Dark Tide.
Augusta:
You've surely noticed the lingering Blightcloud that hovers over the Sanguis Plateaus. Since the first Dark Tide outbreak in Rinascita, that place has become a breeding ground for its horrors.
Augusta:
As you've no doubt realized, our prey are Tacet Discords born from the Dark Tide. Only those who desecrate Septimont fall beneath the Gladiators' blades.
Augusta:
The High Tide is upon us... and it will be a storm like no other.
Augusta:
My hunting party requires unstoppable warriors. Sacrifices are inevitable, but I believe you will be a banner that stands unbroken, Rover.
Augusta:
I share your sentiment. Septimont takes pride in its many remarkable Gladiators. But you, you are exceptional.
Augusta:
A grand hunt awaits us, and my warriors and I long to do battle alongside a fighter such as yourself.
Augusta:
Of course, the will of the extraordinary deserves to be heard.
Augusta:
I'd like to know your thoughts on the matter, Rover.
Augusta:
A straightforward answer. I like it.
Augusta:
As for this "goal" of yours...
Augusta:
Ah, yes, the Journeying Paradise. I've heard that laughable name before. A pity the hunt was made to shatter that little fantasy.
Augusta:
As for the Sentinel's Relic...
Augusta:
Go to the Earthrend Wedge. It's where the Sentinel Imperator first descended upon the Sanguis Plateaus and is the "epicenter" of every hunt to this day.
Augusta:
However, due to its significance, not even Septimont's highest officials are permitted near it.
Augusta:
But if that is what you wish... say no more. I will make it happen.
Augusta:
The trust I place in you stems from your recognition of my character. I admire your honesty, and I will honor it to the fullest.
Augusta:
Only those bound by trust can go the distance together.
Augusta:
I look forward to the hunt ahead. It honors me to journey by your side.
Augusta:
Patience, my friend, is the first step to becoming a hunter.
Augusta:
When the storm rages in the skies southeast of Septimont, I will await you at Tempest Cliffs.

Abby:
Hic. I can't eat another bite... Hehe. That's another full stomach for Abby.
Abby:
Huh? Hey, Rover. Look! Over there!
Rover:
That's... a storm...
Rover:
Which means it's about time to meet up with Augusta.
Rover:
Tempest Cliffs. I remember that's where she told us to go.
Abby:
Uh... Well... You better hurry!
Abby:
Same as always, call me when you need me and I'll be out in a flash!

Seeing a storm form in the distance, you head for Tempest Cliffs, the agreed-upon meeting point. Along the way, you encounter the Gladiator Avidius, who's also bound for the hunt. He suggests traveling together.
Rover:
This... should be the right way...
???:
If you're heading for Tempest Cliffs, head east. This path will take you straight to the courtyard of glory.
???:
Or perhaps, would you care to travel with me?
???:
After all, we share the same destination. Your reputation precedes you, honorable Rover.
Avidius:
I am Gladiator Avidius. At your service.
Avidius:
"Gladiating" and "hunting" are the very pillars upon which the glory of Septimont stands. I believe no Gladiator would refuse such an honor if invited.
Avidius:
I, of course, am no exception.
Avidius:
Please, if you'll follow me. Honored guest from afar.

Under Avidius's escort, you arrive at Tempest Cliffs. Once the hunting party is assembled, Augusta gives the order to begin the campaign.
Avidius:
The pleasure of escorting you to the Ephor has been fulfilled. For now, my duty ends here.
Avidius:
From here, we march onward to the hunting grounds, where the Dark Tide's creations may await us. When the time comes, it will be a true pleasure to see your skills in action.
Avidius:
Happy hunting.
Augusta:
Come. Join us, Rover.
Augusta:
The horns signal our departure.
Augusta:
Precisely. These cliffs mark the opening of our campaign.
Augusta:
Hahaha! Take courage, my friend.
Augusta:
The path to glory will reveal itself under the feet of the brave.

Rover:
Is that...?

Augusta:
Hmph. Getting restless, are we?
Avidius:
That is a Corrosaurus. An abomination of the Dark Tide...
Avidius:
Do exercise caution, Rover.

Augusta:
Now is not the moment
Augusta:
Let it flee. The path it takes leads deeper into the trap we laid

Rover:
That sound...
Iuno:
It's from Hornett. An Echo.
Iuno:
It's signaling we "retire" for the day, that's all.

The hunting party stops at the Hunter's Den to rest and resupply. There, you meet Iuno, a Priestess of Tetragon Temple whose combat skills rival those of any Gladiator. Augusta reveals that the beast that attacked earlier is a Corrosaurus known as "Tyrannos," one of the Dark Tide's more fearsome creations and the target of this hunt. She explains that only by slaying it within the Earthrend Wedge's range can its frequency be bound, stopping the Dark Tide's advance. As Augusta steps away to plan the next phase of the hunt, the dreaded Whispers stir in her ears.
Avidius:
The Hunter's Den. The busiest Gladiator encampment across the Sanguis Plateaus. Nearly every hunter passes through here on their way to the hunting grounds.
Avidius:
We will rest here before setting off for the next hunt.
Iuno:
I must admit, this place is rather magnificent.
Iuno:
I suppose my predecessors forsook the peace they ought to have enjoyed, just to share this hard-earned land with these hunters. Such magnificence is rightly owed to the Temple.
Avidius:
Heh, the Priestess's words are not without merit. I am well aware that I stand under blessings, and will forever remember the sacrifices of the Temple.
Avidius:
Now if you'll excuse me. I'll be taking my leave.
Iuno:
Tch...
Iuno:
Though we've already met, I suppose a proper introduction is in order.
Iuno:
I am Iuno. Priestess of the Tetragon Temple.
Iuno:
Well, aren't you caught up on things? What you say is true, though I've long since grown tired of such affairs.
Iuno:
Come now, Rover. Surely you can find me something more interesting to occupy my time. For instance... the hunt?
Iuno:
Quite frankly, when it comes to dealing with the Dark Tide, none of these Gladiators can hold a candle to me.
Iuno:
Ha. Look at those looks. I've seen them all before.
Iuno:
What can I say? When you're as dazzling as I am, jealousy tends to follow.
Iuno:
I'll be making my way back, Augusta. Lest my shine further sting the eyes of certain people.
Iuno:
If you find yourself with free time later, consider visiting me at Tetragon Temple.
Iuno:
Not every outlander is granted access to its sacred halls. Make the most of it.
Augusta:
It's rare to see Iuno hold back like that. You must be someone... different to her.
Augusta:
Perhaps... We do share some common traits.
Augusta:
Hehe. Don't let her unruly side fool you. She is as dependable as they come.
Augusta:
A Corrosaurus.
Augusta:
Avidius was correct. It is a Tacet Discord born from the Dark Tide.
Augusta:
What he didn't have the chance to tell you is that it is the deadliest Corrosaurus of them all—we call it "Tyrannos." A vanguard of the Dark Tide that rides its surge to reach our lands.
Augusta:
The Threnodian's attempt to plague Septimont never came to fruition. But do not mistake that for victory. Our enemy will not bow so easily.
Augusta:
The Dark Tide, immortal and indestructible, carries out the will of its creator—the Threnodian Leviathan.
Augusta:
Only the Earthrend Wedge that bears Sentinel Imperator's power can sever the link between the Dark Tide and the Threnodian, burying the calamity deep beneath the Sanguis Plateaus.
Augusta:
The "hunt" is how we disrupt the Dark Tide's frequencies by capturing and eliminating its creatures.
Augusta:
However, the Earthrend Wedge's energy range is limited. Our mission is to deliver a true death to our prey.
Rover:
Meaning we need to hunt and kill the beast near the Earthrender... Is that how we stop the Dark Tide from spreading?
Augusta:
Yes. And it must be done within Maroonwood.
Augusta:
This confrontation with Tyrannos was expected, but it's not a fight anyone is eager to face...
Augusta:
That beast is well aware of our plan. It's no mere prey. In many ways, it's a cunning hunter itself.
Augusta:
Now we wait. We wait for it to enter Maroonwood.
Augusta:
The real hunt begins when the beast's hunger drives it to the wilds.
Ephor's Palace Attendant:
Your Excellency, the Senators request your presence in the main tent.
Ephor's Palace Attendant:
It's to discuss plans for the hunting operation...
Augusta:
Looks like I'll be occupied for a while.
Augusta:
Relax. Take a walk around camp. The Hornett's blare will sound our next departure.
Augusta:
It's a sound that can be heard across the canyons. You won't miss it.
"Whispers":
...

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You wander around the camp for a while. Seeing the imposing Tetragon Temple, you decide to head up and take a closer look.

A booklet lies before the murals, recording the faint inscriptions carved beneath them…
"Fabius, the one who walked with Sentinel Imperator. Prophesied Hero of Heroes."
"The untamable blackened tide surged, its sinewy arms outstretched. With hands steadfast as stone, Fabius led through the storm, ascending to the eternal highlands."
"The victor's flag flutters in wild winds: From this day forth, the lands beneath my feet shall belong to Septimont."

A booklet lies before the murals, recording the faint inscriptions carved beneath them…
An empty wall.
It silently waits for the tides of fate to leave damp traces on its parched shore.

With time to spare, you visit Tetragon Temple and meet Avidius and Iuno. Avidius discusses the prophetic murals: The ancient Ragunnesi predicted Septimont's downfall, but the Priestesses later prophesied that a Hero of Heroes would one day rise to save it. Avidius and Iuno clash over the prophecy. You learn that, in the Senate's eyes, Avidius better embodies the qualities of this Hero than Augusta. But Augusta pays his ambitions no mind. If anything, she welcomes any challenge from a worthy opponent.
Avidius:
Good day to you, {Male=Sir;Female=Madam} Rover. It seems you too have taken an interest in the Temple's murals.
Avidius:
They are the works of past Priestesses. They depict prophecies glimpsed in the Sacred Flames—ones already fulfilled and ones yet to come.
Avidius:
In any case, all these murals point to two prophecies of importance.
Avidius:
The first is a Ragunnesi prophecy condemning Septimont's lack of faith in the Sentinel—
Avidius:
"Hear this, O faithless ones of Septimont. The Divinity of the high heavens has grown enraged. Should your monarch once more stand in contempt of Their will, annihilation shall be your fate."
Avidius:
The second is a continuation of the Ragunnesi prophecy, delivered by Septimont's Priestesses—
Avidius:
"Only the Hero of Heroes of extraordinary power, risen from the dark tides, shall bring eternity to Septimont. Then shall the waters quiet, the tempest still, and glory return with the blood of the old king."
Avidius:
You seem drawn to that particular mural... It tells of a calamity yet to come, and as always, the Hero of Heroes who shall rise among us to turn the tide of fate.
Avidius:
Yet the identity of this Hero remains a mystery. Coincidentally, much like the absent part of this mural, the prophecy of our victory over the coming disaster remains untold...
Avidius:
Whether the Priestesses can't foresee the fate that awaits, or whether the true prophecy is meant to remain hidden... Is indeed a question worth pondering.
Iuno:
Our would-be Hero of Heroes, lost in daydreams again? What is it this time? Staring at an empty wall, hoping one day it'll bear your name?
Avidius:
I happened to wander by, passing the time as one does. No need to trouble yourself with someone as inconsequential as I, Priestess.
Iuno:
Inconsequential? Come now. Everyone knows you're the Senate's golden child. Those old loons wouldn't spare me a glance, but they hang on your every word.
Iuno:
Have you been waiting long? Ugh, I can't believe he got to you first.
Avidius:
Isn't paying respects to the Heroes fairly commonplace? Surely, we needn't allow rivalry to come between us, Priestess.
Iuno:
Hmph. I'm not blind to your tricks, Avidius. Do you really think Rover would take sides? With you?
Iuno:
Let me guess... Eliminating Tyrannos and the Dark Tide before anyone else would be the perfect act to prove you're the prophesied Hero of Heroes, hmm?
Iuno:
Four expeditions to Manes Deep plus a Holmleaf Medal, and now you think you can usurp Augusta's place? Don't make me laugh.
Iuno:
Oh, read the room, will you?
Avidius:
Please, I don't deny that I am ambitious and aspire to better my station. But I value my duty to defend Septimont's glory just as equally.
Avidius:
Should I become the next Hero, Septimont would be spared when the next calamity arrives. Is this not what the Tetragon Temple has prophesized?
Iuno:
Why you...
Avidius:
She possesses many qualities worthy of a Hero. But she lacks the "extraordinary power" mentioned in the prophecy.
Avidius:
As a Resonator, Augusta offers nothing special. Yet throughout Septimont's history, every Hero of Heroes was born with extraordinary gifts.
Avidius:
She may have the strength to wield a sword, but I doubt her ability to endure pain and the slow, wearisome passage of time like other Resonators.
Avidius:
It's a pity that in a city built on prophecy, Augusta is a disruptor of the rules.
Avidius:
I assure you, Priestess, I will not act from the shadows. If Augusta seeks a fair challenge, I shall honor her with the respect she deserves.
Avidius:
Priestess, Rover, I beg your leave.
Avidius:
Perhaps... we will bear witness to the birth of a new Hero in the hunt to come.
Iuno:
...
Iuno:
Well, there you have it. That's the gist of it. Ugh, finally some time together, and now it's all ruined...
Rover:
I don't understand. Given Augusta's prestige, the Senate has no real advantage in seizing power. What's their angle?
Iuno:
It all started when Augusta shook things up the moment she became Ephor. Especially in rooting out corruption within the Gladiator's Agon while ignoring the senators in the process.
Iuno:
Naturally, it ruffled some feathers. Some even accused her of "undermining the spirit of Gladiating." In reality, they're just upset their piggy banks got smashed.
Iuno:
More importantly...
Iuno:
This is exactly the kind of chaos Augusta wanted. That idiot!
Iuno:
She even went so far as to say, "The citizens of Septimont only need to be loyal to Septimont, not her, Augusta."
Iuno:
And then, like it's nothing, she tells me that the Ephor position only matters when a strong Gladiator wants it.
Iuno:
She's even more stubborn than I am.
Iuno:
Now why would I be worried about that? I'm sure you've seen her sword. The inlaid blades are trophies of every Gladiator she's defeated.
Iuno:
Even ones with decent Resonance powers like Avidius, she eats for breakfast.
Iuno:
Though... Avidius makes me rather uncomfortable. It's got nothing to do with his stance, it's... more of a hunch. Something about him feels... unnatural.
Iuno:
Or maybe I'm just overthinking it.
Iuno:
It's the Griffrex! It appears our prey has finally come out for some fresh air.
Iuno:
We'll meet again later. But next time, I'd like your undivided attention. No distractions, hmm?
Rover:
Is that lady over there... looking at me?
Rover:
Better go and greet her.

Lillibet:
...
Lillibet:
We've been expecting you, roving hero.
Lillibet:
I see. Hmm... A void. An unknowable fate...
Lillibet:
Worry not, my child. A void is by no means nothingness.
Lillibet:
Follow its guidance and let it lead. It will open the path to boundless possibility, guiding us through the fog to shores untouched by any before us...
The elderly Priestess does not respond. Her gaze is fixed on the blazing flames, her mind seemingly far away, lost in another realm.

A Griffrex's cry draws Iuno to the top of Tetragon Temple. Through the eyes of Aquila, her bonded Griffrex, she spots the Corrosaurus Tyrannos deep in Maroonwood. She launches an arrow to ignite the signal flare. The hunt is on.
Iuno:
Perfect timing.
Iuno:
I'll stretch my legs a bit.
Iuno:
I wonder what Grandmother Lillibet and Rover are talking about...
Iuno:
Never mind. It can wait.
Iuno:
Let's get eyes on this beast, Aquila.
Iuno:
Spirits of the hallowed land. Answer my call.
Iuno:
May the eternal Sacred Flames grant us boundless sight.

Rover:
It's the horn...
Rover:
I'd better find Augusta.

At the sound of the horn, you regroup and set out for Rustblood Pass. To lure Tyrannos into the Earthrend Wedge's range, Augusta has devised a strategy using Anchor Stones. But with traps already laid by Tyrannos, the hunting party decides it's safer to approach Maroonwood on foot. Just before departure, Augusta hears the Whispers return with an ominous warning. The path ahead will not be easy.
Augusta:
Over there.
Augusta:
Behind that cliff is the Earthrend Wedge. A relic of Sentinel Imperator as ancient as these lands.
Augusta:
The destination of your journey. My promise to you. Our shared goal.
Augusta:
An Anchor Stone made from Tacetite formed around the Earthrender.
Augusta:
It contains a fraction of the Earthrender's power. It offers no defense capabilities, but it can at least serve as a temporary measure to hold off the Dark Tide or its creations.
Augusta:
We need to deploy three of these in pre-determined locations across Maroonwood to generate a force field. This will drive the Corrosaurus to the Asphodel Barrens in the lower levels.
Augusta:
The field blooming with Asphodels is where the hunting party can safely reach the lower levels. Judging from the height, it's close to the Earthrender's base.
Augusta:
In that field of glory, we will grant Tyrannos the death it deserves.
Augusta:
Tyrannos's calling card as the vanguard of the Dark Tide. Our prey isn't exactly known for playing by the rules.
Augusta:
Maroonwood lies on the other side of these cliffs. That beast has reasoned we're likely to take to the skies on Griffrexes and has laid an ambush, waiting to drag us down into the abyss.
Augusta:
...A Corrosaurus that knows how to set a trap, waiting for its hunters to walk right into it... Heh. Quite an interesting opponent.
Augusta:
Gladiators, march with me to the hunting grounds.
Augusta:
Let the Sacred Flames ignite your resolve! The enemies of Septimont shall bear witness to our might!
"Whispers":
...
"Whispers":
It... awaits you...
Augusta:
Let us be on our way.

With all Anchor Stones in place, the hunting party tracks Tyrannos to Asphodel Barrens, a historical battlefield scarred by brutal conflicts between Gladiators and Dark Tide creations. Augusta, embracing her rivalry with fellow would-be Hero of Heroes Avidius, proposes they hunt the Corrosaurus together. The stakes are set for their eventual duel.
Iuno:
A field of corpses. Horrifying, isn't it?
Iuno:
This is Tyrannos's birthplace. A kingdom of brutality, and the beast is proud of it.
Iuno:
Every hunt before this... it was here that we met our final battles.
Iuno:
The Gladiators went to great lengths to drive the Dark Tide's creatures into the Asphodel Barrens. Likewise, their prey were just as eager to bait their hunters here.
Iuno:
This is destined to be an evenly matched game of life and death. Hunter or prey? Only the one still standing gets to decide.
Augusta:
Avidius, descendant of the Hero of Heroes, Atilius. Decorated for the four crossings of Manes Deep.
Augusta:
I see the desire in you. Your desire for power.
Augusta:
Yet if you wish to be my opponent, then this level of resolve is far from enough.
Augusta:
Step forward. Stand next to me and pursue your desires without hesitation.
Augusta:
Let your ambitions burn even hotter.
Avidius:
As you wish, Your Excellency.
Iuno:
Finally, some fun for a change.
Iuno:
Come. You need only to stay at my side, Rover. Rest.
Iuno:
This is a matter between Augusta and Avidius. We shall not intervene for the time being.


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Augusta:
Everything is in place.
Augusta:
It will take the bait.

Iuno:
That's our cue, Rover. We're going after it.
Iuno:
All this effort we've put into setting this trap...
Iuno:
This "gift" of ours... it better take it, nice and obediently.

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Tyrannos:
*A piercing, agonized howl...*

Iuno:
...
Rover:
How are you feeling? Do you want to rest a bit?
Iuno:
I appreciate your concern, but I'm not as fragile as you think... This road is nothing I can't handle...

You arrive at the camp and attend to Iuno, who's weakened from using her Forte. You ask about the strange visions she saw after firing her Moon Arrow. She's surprised you saw the Dark Tide's "illusions," but quickly realizes it's because you carry an "unknowable fate." What you witnessed, she explains, was a glimpse of the future—the fall of Septimont. To change that fate, Iuno gave up her ability to see fate to gain a Forte capable of resisting the Dark Tide. But using this power comes at a cost. It consumes her very existence. The humanoid you saw was the Dark Tide's incarnate, the False Sovereign, and their true target all along. She and Augusta had planned to use Tyrannos as bait to lure the Sovereign out and use her power to make it vulnerable to attack, but the plan failed. Now, to recover from the toll of using her Forte, Iuno must remain at the camp. Before parting, she entrusts you with her Lunarum bracelet, sealed with her Resonance Energy, hoping it will help you and Augusta finish the hunt in her absence.
Iuno:
You can set me down here.
Iuno:
Come on... Don't give me that concerned look of yours. It's nothing to worry about.
Iuno:
...
Iuno:
Wait. You have questions. Don't pretend you don't.
Iuno:
Well, spit it out. It's only a minor injury, I can manage.
Iuno:
...
Iuno:
So you've managed to "glimpse" that far? Or is there more?
Iuno:
Heh. Just how many more surprises do you have for me? But I suppose only you could manage something like that.
Iuno:
Grandmother Lillibet, the Head Priestess you met at the Temple, once spoke of the "unknowable void" that is your fate.
Iuno:
I've yet to fully interpret what she meant by that, but one thing is clear. You are the most unique among us all.
Iuno:
They were... as I once perceived through the Sacred Flames... The fate of Septimont...
Iuno:
Just as you saw, the Dark Tide will bring destruction to Septimont, and... the death of Augusta.
Iuno:
I don't know whether Ragunna's predictions are actually true, but fate has given me no response but sorrow.
Iuno:
Though I would deny it to the end, as it is now... I cannot ignore it any longer. The Dark Tide is a force to be reckoned with.
Iuno:
Its terror lies not in the illusions it shows, or the lies it spins. Rather, it uncovers the parts of us we hide the most carefully. The parts of ourselves we least wish to face.
Iuno:
Never. My prophecies are never wrong.
Iuno:
How I... loathe this feeling. This helplessness. To know everything, to see everything, and yet be powerless to change a thing...
Iuno:
Since we've come this far, might as well share a secret with you.
Iuno:
The Iuno you see before you can no longer see the threads of fate.
Iuno:
I gave up my ability to peer into fate in "exchange" for the Resonance power to resist the Dark Tide. Why? Because I refused to be fate's obedient puppet, bowing to its whims and letting it dictate my every step.
Iuno:
But in the end... despite all the sacrifice, we still couldn't escape its grasp...
Iuno:
The dark figure we faced in Asphodel Barrens was, in fact, an embodiment of the Dark Tide. We call it the "False Sovereign."
Iuno:
Unlike other Dark Tide creations, it can devour and reshape the scattered powers of its maker.
Iuno:
I'm unclear how things will unfold, but I'm certain it's the source of evil that will bring about the fall of Septimont, just as the prophecy foretold.
Iuno:
Before this hunt, Augusta and I investigated such Dark Tide irregularities at the Sanguis Plateaus.
Iuno:
We then formed a plan to take advantage of the Sovereign's nature, using the Corrosaurus as bait to lure out its imperfect form...
Iuno:
Maybe this way, we can rewrite Septimont's tragedy before it even begins.
Iuno:
But as you can see, we failed...
Iuno:
I do not know...
Iuno:
Fate doesn't lie. Perhaps death is the only choice we're given in the end.
Iuno:
But knowing Augusta... I'm sure that fool would fight till the bitter end.
Iuno:
There is one thing... I'm not certain about. For reasons I can't explain, the fate shown to me by the Dark Tide feels different from what I remember.
Iuno:
What is it exactly? Ugh...
Iuno:
A side effect of my Resonance power.
Iuno:
The Dark Tide doesn't exactly show up in a stable form. My powers manifest its creations in exchange for a teensy piece of my "existence." That's the price to pay, I suppose.
Iuno:
Ugh. I admit it sounds a bit complicated. In short, just know that a little sleep will relieve these side effects.
Iuno:
A fair point. Once I've recovered my strength, sorting out these questions will be as simple as a flick of a finger.
Iuno:
Oh, by the way, take this.
Iuno:
A Lunarum bracelet containing a small portion of my Resonance power. It was passed down to me by my predecessor when I became a Priestess.
Iuno:
It's quite dear to me, you know, so be sure to take extra good care of it. And don't expect there will be a spare if you lose it.
Iuno:
Rely on it in my absence. Who knows, it may even help fill in for me and help you and Augusta in my place.
Iuno:
Now, why would you say that?
Iuno:
I'll only be taking a short nap! Don't you or Augusta even dare think about leaving me behind, is that clear?

Rover:
I should see how things are with Augusta now.

You contact Consultant Buling of the Black Shores. She reports that the Tethys System has detected the False Sovereign rapidly consuming nearby frequencies and growing stronger. Left unchecked, it could threaten the Earthrend Wedge and trigger a catastrophic collapse. To stop the Dark Tide's spread and intercept the Sovereign, you, Augusta, and the Gladiators set out for Murmurstown, the most frequency-rich area in the hunting grounds.
Ephor's Palace Attendant:
Messages have been sent to the encampment and all sectors of the main island, and defenses are currently being deployed per your instructions, Your Excellency.
Augusta:
Good. Ensure timely reports on any new developments.
Ephor's Palace Attendant:
Yes, Your Excellency.
Augusta:
I've made arrangements for the war effort. Strategically, we must always brace ourselves for the worst.
Augusta:
Communications with the Black Shores are also underway.
Augusta:
The Ephor's Palace has previously established a connection with a Consultant in the Rinascita region. We've reached an agreement granting the Black Shores permission to access Septimont's Resonance Nexus. They'll be able to monitor and collect data on the Dark Tide during the hunt.
Augusta:
In return, should any complications arise, the Black Shores are to fulfill their side of the agreement and provide us with the necessary technical support.
Rover:
A Consultant active in Rinascita?
Augusta:
That's right. Her name is Buling. An interesting young lady. Left quite an impression on me.
Rover:
So it is her...
Rover:
Why don't you let me handle contacting the Black Shores, Augusta?
Rover:
We... talk from time to time. It'll help make things smoother for us.
Augusta:
Of course. I'll leave it to you then.
Buling:
Alright, I think I got the whole picture now... Oh Rover, how do you keep ending up in messes like this? This is one tough cookie, all right.
Augusta:
You mean...
Buling:
Let me tell you, the latest data we got from the Resonance Nexus isn't so pretty. Something's really off with the Dark Tide in that Sanguis place. I don't remember it being this crazy before.
Buling:
Normally, the Dark Tide getting all freaky during High Tide is whatever, right? But now, I don't know what happened, cuz it's... it's turning into a person.
Buling:
So listen up, I'll give you Tethys's rundown. That humanoid thing, that "Sovereign," is gobbling up frequencies like a maniac!
Buling:
It's eating anything with energy. Dark Tide stuff, Tacet Discords, Echoes, you name it. Might even be saving other things for dessert.
Buling:
Basically, the Sovereign isn't gonna attack Septimont or Ragunna anytime soon. It's too busy getting fat first. Once it's stuffed full of energy, it'll try and smash the Earthrend Wedge in one go.
Buling:
With the Earthrender gone, POOF—all that Dark Tide under the hunting grounds will explode like a pimple. When that happens, it's game over for Rinascita. Even if you have three heads and six arms, it will be bye-bye.
You recall what Iuno once shared with you—the plan she and Augusta devised to hunt down the Sovereign. Though that plan has since failed, you relay the details to Buling, backed by Augusta's permit.
Buling:
But smooth moves, team. Cutting through the clutter, I see what you're doing.
Buling:
This Corrosaurus is just the bait to hook the big fish, isn't it? Your real plan is to stop the Sovereign before it fully forms, nip it in the bud.
Buling:
Am I right, Boss?
Augusta:
You are right on the mark.
Buling:
Heaven and earth are in harmony... That's my reading, so your plan shouldn't have fallen apart like that.
Buling:
But then again... smooth sailing isn't always a good thing either. Too much harmony invites trouble. Tethys did pick up a strange frequency midway through the hunt.
Buling:
Everything was fine until that frequency came out of nowhere, and suddenly the Sovereign took form way ahead of schedule. Talk about flipping the table.
Buling:
Umm. Well. Let me get another reading... The Chi's all messed up, it's kind of hard to see.
Buling:
It's like someone clouded the heavenly signs on purpose...
Augusta:
One way or another, we must find the Sovereign and stop it before it absorbs any more frequencies... This might be our only option for now.
Buling:
That's right. Supernatural powers or not, the Sovereign can't escape good old Tethys. Lemme see... Yep, it's wandering in an area with a whole lot of other frequencies...
Buling:
Looks like it's east of the Sanguis Plateaus. Yeah, that place has lots of dark energy. Bet many tough people died there.
Augusta:
Murmurstown...
Augusta:
Understood. I will stop it in its tracks.
Avidius:
Your Excellency.
Avidius:
With your permission, I wish to accompany you to Murmurstown.
Avidius:
I know this request may seem bold, and I'm aware of the dangers ahead. But as a warrior of Septimont, I cannot simply stand by.
Avidius:
Gladiators, we are united as defenders of Septimont's honor.
Avidius:
I do not claim the right to ask this of you, but in my heart, I believe everyone here has earned the glory we bear. Let our deeds today reflect that greatness.
Veteran Gladiator:
Well said, young man. Gladiators of Septimont fear no challenge. When the storm approaches, can an eagle soaring in the skies remain content as a fledgling beneath another's wings?
Veteran Gladiator:
Your Excellency, we will follow you anywhere.
Augusta:
Very well. You have sworn your allegiance to Septimont with your resolve. Your bravery is witnessed not only by me, but by the fallen heroes lying in Capitoline Hill. They take pride in your courage.
Augusta:
If you wish to fight together, then so be it. I will afford your fervor its due respect.
Augusta:
Come. Take up your blades—For Septimont. For the name of heroes eternal.
"Whispers":
A wise choice, Augusta...
"Whispers":
It is time. Return to where you belong. Fabianum has long awaited your homecoming...

Augusta:
Murmurstown sits atop the Wastelands below the hunting grounds. It has since become a forbidden territory after the Dark Tide's corruption sixteen years ago.
Augusta:
Follow me, Rover. The Wingray can give us a lift.
Augusta:
Avidius, ready the Anchor Stones. We must set up a defense line around Murmurstown.
Avidius:
It shall be done, Your Excellency.

The hunting party drives the wounded Tyrannos into the lower Asphodel Barrens. Suddenly, a shrieking cry echoes across the plateau. Augusta signals Iuno just as the Dark Tide surges, swallowing Tyrannos. Iuno draws her Moon Arrow aiming at a faint humanoid figure in the distance. You realize this mysterious entity was their true target all along.
Stunned Gladiator:
W-What was that?
Avidius:
...
Iuno:
Steady... Now!

Rover:
Iuno mentioned visiting her at Tetragon Temple... Got a bit of free time. Might as well pay her a visit.

Rover:
Didn't think I'd find something this grand way out here in the hunting grounds.
Rover:
No sign of Iuno though...

Rover:
Augusta spoke of the great surge we are about to face.
Avidius:
The Ephor speaks the truth.
Avidius:
And... this year's High Tide has come later than usual, which bodes ill.
Avidius:
It's a shame even the sharp ears of the Senate could not chisel through the high walls of Tetragon Temple, to hear the whispers beyond...
Avidius:
Heh, is this an auspice of calamity, or a prelude to a new legend? Only time will tell...

You accept Augusta's offer and stay in Septimont City with Abby, waiting for the looming storm. A few days later, out beyond the city walls...

Avidius:
The situation we're currently facing is more dire than any I've come across. For the sake of Septimont, I must momentarily set aside my quest for power...
Avidius:
My four expeditions to Manes Deep?
Avidius:
Now may not be the best time to discuss past events, but if you insist...
Avidius:
It dates back to a High Tide four years ago... At the time, we were driven by the fury of the Dark Tide into the lower levels of the hunting grounds, the Wastelands.
Avidius:
I had no intention of emulating the feats of the three Hero of Heroes in conquering Manes Deep. But with the Dark Tide's blockade, I had to lead repeated expeditions into those underground ruins.
Avidius:
Fortune, however, did not turn its back on us. In that dark and treacherous place, my companions and I managed to carve out a path to survival.
Avidius:
...Fate has its ways. Now, only I remain able to face the hunting grounds' trials.
Avidius:
Many of my companions fell to the corruption of the Dark Tide.
Avidius:
Those left barely overcame the Dark Tide's influence with the help of a plant unique to Manes Deep, Mesona.
Avidius:
Even so, they still suffered from the torment it caused and were forced to cut their time as Gladiators short.
Avidius:
This Holmleaf Medal was granted to me by the former Ephor after the crisis.
Avidius:
A victory, yes, but one laced with pain. My companions should never have suffered the Dark Tide's disgrace.

Rover:
Are those... murals on the wall?

Iuno:
Augusta, time to bring your party back to the Hunter's Den.
Augusta:
Of course, Priestess.
Augusta:
Your arrow couldn't have come at a better time.
Iuno:
Hmph. Seeing that Rover is here, I'll take that as a compliment.

A booklet lies before the murals, recording the faint inscriptions carved beneath them…
"Only the Hero of Heroes of extraordinary power, risen from the dark tides, shall bring eternity to Septimont."
"Then shall the waters quiet, the tempest still, and glory return with the blood of the old king."
You notice the mural is incomplete, with a conspicuous patch in the center where the depiction is missing...
You don't fully understand what this means, but your intuition tells you its significance reaches far beyond the blank wall left behind.


Return to the Leonidas Hotel
Iuno and Augusta's hunt for the humanoid is thwarted by an unknown, powerful force. The Whispers tell Augusta that to end the Dark Tide, she must return to her hometown of Murmurstown. The hunting party decides to regroup and tend to the wounded at a nearby camp.
Abby:
What was that about? And that black fog... It was all mushy... I couldn't even finish it...
Abby:
Hic. Oh boy, did I take a huge bite outta that one. My head's gone all swishy.
Abby:
Ugh... I need a quick timeout, Rover.
Augusta:
How are you holding up?
???:
Augusta...
"Whispers":
Augusta...
"Whispers":
...Now you've seen it. {Male=His;Female=Her} tiny little Echo. Silencing the Dark Tide with such ease... Resonance power. Such might. Such perfection.
"Whispers":
Confined to this frail human form, you will achieve nothing.
"Whispers":
You nearly lost everything... As you once did.
"Whispers":
Augusta... do not resist the "Gift of Divinity." Follow our guidance. Return to Murmurstown...
"Whispers":
To your home...
Iuno:
Augusta...
Iuno:
Augusta...
Iuno:
If, and I say if... Septimont's fate has already been decided.
Iuno:
Would you continue to fight...?
Augusta:
...
Augusta:
A ruler assumes their place... by accomplishing the impossible for their subjects.
Augusta:
It isn't safe here. I'll lead a team and escort everyone to a temporary camp not far from here. But before that, I must ensure no one is left behind.
Augusta:
You go on ahead, Rover. I am entrusting Iuno to your care.

???:
Iuno... Iuno...

Augusta:
No need to worry. The Ephor's Palace will still cover your expenses in Septimont.
Augusta:
Enjoy the peace while it lasts.
Augusta:
The storm is coming... and our wait will not be long.

Rover:
Are those... murals on the wall?

Torro:
A High Tide of unprecedented scale...
Torro:
Could this be the one in the prophecy... the harbinger of Septimont's doom?
Hercle:
A High Tide is a High Tide. Every hunt is a gamble with our lives, no matter the size.
Hercle:
Just keep your blade sharp. Whatever comes, we cut it down. Don't overthink it.

Return to the Leonidas Hotel
Lorreno:
Strange that Augusta would allow Avidius to join the hunt… without taking any precautions.
Lorreno:
You've certainly invested a lot into this, Lord Falco.
Falco:
Our Ephor desires competition. I'm simply granting her wish.
Falco:
As to whether she keeps her throne… well, sometimes the brightest stars burn out fastest.

Malenta:
Avidius has been making waves recently…
Malenta:
There are whispers from the Senate that he might actually be the one to fulfill the Hero of Heroes prophecy.
Licastro:
A scion of Atilius, plus four expeditions to Manes Deep… Can't deny his Resonance ability fits the prophecy perfectly.
Licastro:
The victor is still uncertain. We'll see soon enough.

Cileli:
Did you hear? About Avidius and the Senate...
Brandis:
A power struggle. Nothing new. But going up against Augusta is a steep hill to climb.
Cileli:
Without a strong Forte, Augusta's strength was always going to have limits.
Cileli:
She lacks the "extraordinary power" mentioned in the prophecies. Hard to compare her with the Heroes of Heroes of the past.
Brandis:
I wouldn't put it like that. Knowing how Augusta operates, Avidius wouldn't have even risen to prominence if she hadn't allowed it.
Brandis:
That kind of grace... is the mark of a real ruler.

Head to the Ephor's Palace
Zela:
This hunt…
Zela:
I see no clear future…
Zela:
Only shadows… I see only unsettling shadows behind the flames...
Melina:
Calm yourself. Let go of worries and fear.
Melina:
It is your conflicting emotions that obscure the true face of destiny.

Seraph:
I overheard a few Gladiators guessing who the next Hero of Heroes might be.
Seraph:
I don't need the Sacred Flames' guidance to know the path to the throne is already shadowed by conflict.
Naria:
We still haven't seen the new Hero's face. No one knows who deserves to claim that title.
Seraph:
That very uncertainty is why prophecy, once a beacon meant to guide the people, is now being twisted to serve the ambitions of a few.
Seraph:
Sometimes I wonder if prophecy truly illuminates the path forward... What if it's a chain trapping people in what they want to believe?

Mars:
Don't worry about me, Leonora. Augusta commands this hunt, and Avidius rides with us. Victory is assured.
Leonora:
Still, this is your first time joining a hunt like this…
Mars:
No Gladiator would deny themselves such an honor. We've trained all these years for this moment, haven't we?
Leonora:
I wish I'd been chosen to go with you…
Mars:
It'll be fine, Leonora. Bless me with your heart, and you'll be with me wherever I go.
Leonora:
I'll wait for you right here till you return.

Defeat the Corrosaurus
Leonora:
Mars…
Leonora:
Forget the honor, just come back to me safe.
Leonora:
This is all I can do now.
Leonora:
You'll be out there with them, right?
Leonora:
I'll be hoping for your safe return too.

Baptiste:
This is the best blade I've forged in a long while.
Baptiste:
To face the Dark Tide creations, steel and soul must fight as one. Sadly, I've seen far more blades make it home than men…
Baptiste:
Hope this blade bring you luck, lad!
Fredrico:
Does this sword have a name, sir?
Baptiste:
No, not yet. Tell me, lad, what's your name?
Fredrico:
Fredrico, sir.
Baptiste:
Fredrico… A fine name. Return with this blade, and you can name it after you.
Fredrico:
…I will earn that honor, sir.
Fredrico:
For the glory of my House, I'll prove myself worthy of this sword.

Baptiste:
You made it back, lad!
Fredrico:
Barely… This hunt was beyond anything I imagined. Just staying alive took all I had. If it weren't for Ephor Augusta and the others...
Baptiste:
Survival is an honor in itself. Don't be too hard on yourself.
Fredrico:
Also… the sword you gave me, I lost it in the battle…
Fredrico:
A Gladiator should never let go of their blade. I guess I'm not ready yet…
Baptiste:
Haha! A sword's a sword. I can always forge another.
Baptiste:
But you, you are the real blade of Septimont. This hunt only whets your edge.
Baptiste:
Shame, though. The sword with your name will have to wait for another day.
Fredrico:
Until then, I'll keep sharpening myself.

Annalisa:
Iuno… I've heard tales about her hunts, but nothing like seeing her in action…
Annalisa:
Nothing serious for now…
Annalisa:
But she went too far with her Forte…
Annalisa:
We should let her rest.
Annalisa:
I think today changed a lot of minds about her.

Tomas:
I have a bad feeling about this one…
Tomas:
I just want one last sip of Heartpour. Not sure we'll make it back.
Tomas:
What?! You got a bottle on you? Miracle. Didn't think I'd get to try it here.
Tomas:
That's it. Just like I remember.
Tomas:
Thank you. If we get out of this, next drink is on me.

Tomas:
Hey, it's you! The one who gave me the Heartpour.
Tomas:
Never imagined you were the destined Hero of Heroes…
Tomas:
Now we're both back, it's time I kept my promise.
Tomas:
Come on! Drinks are on me. Let's get wrecked!