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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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Once consumed by the Dark Tide, the ruins of Murmurstown still bear its scars. In the face of such destruction, the hunting party knows this hunt cannot fail. Avidius offers to lead a team to place Anchor Stones around the town's perimeter, sealing off any escape routes. Meanwhile, you and Augusta will enter the ruins and track the Sovereign's presence.
Avidius:
The Wastelands...
Avidius:
I never imagined that after four years, I would return to this place under such circumstances...
Cowardly Gladiator:
How did this place get like this…?
Veteran Gladiator:
This is where the Dark Tide started sixteen years ago. The fact that this empty shell still stands is a miracle in itself.
Cowardly Gladiator:
Does this mean... if we fail to stop the Dark Tide, Septimont too will...
Gladiators:
......
Augusta:
Warriors, do not let fear stand in our way. The untarnished glory of Septimont stands behind us.
Augusta:
The devastation that befell Murmurstown sixteen years ago will never be repeated.
Augusta:
Because now, we are here.
Augusta:
The Sovereign won't make things easy for us. Any rash action before we can confirm its location and status would be unwise.
Avidius:
Your command is our duty, Your Excellency. We will deploy Anchor Stones around Murmurstown, and I'll personally see that the perimeter stays undisturbed.
Augusta:
Yes. This will trap Sovereign inside the town.
Augusta:
Good. Proceed as planned, Avidius.
Augusta:
Now, then. It falls to us to track down the Sovereign's whereabouts, Rover. Time is short, so we'll need to split up.
Augusta:
Keep your guard up. Those Hollow Figures, do not be fooled by their stillness. Those are just the shell. And watch for their songs of corruption.
Augusta:
They were once our own—brave Gladiators, loyal citizens of Septimont.
Augusta:
The Dark Tide not only twisted their minds, it also raised their corpses and turned them into mindless puppets. Not even death could set them free.
Augusta:
Mark my words, it will pay for this malevolence.
Inside the Sonoro Sphere, you see Murmurstown as it once was before the Dark Tide, then known as Fabianum. The glowing frequency of the unyielding Gladiator's spirit appears, guiding you deeper into the Sonoro.
Rover:
Are we still in Murmurstown?
Rover:
No... there are small differences.
Augusta:
This is Murmurstown, only from the past...
Augusta:
It was once called Fabianum—the town of Gladiators, visited by Fabius, the Hero of Heroes. But the Dark Tide claimed it in the end, leaving behind a scar Septimont will never forget.
Rover:
Augusta, look over there.
Rover:
Are those... lingering frequencies from the past?
Augusta:
Let's follow them. It might lead us to more answers.
You find two Phantoms of the past replaying a memory. A girl named Angel scolds her friend for missing their promised trip to Manes Deep. The girl had been called to help at the blacksmith as the High Tide approached, even bearing burns from the forge trying to earn the swords needed for their trip. After all, "two lives" are needed to reach Manes Deep: one's own, and a blade. Faced with this quiet act of sacrifice, Angel is left speechless.
???:
I didn't see you by the Oak Hollow today…
???:
You promised we'd go explore Manes Deep together. Don't tell me you got roped into errands again.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
Uh... Sorry...
Familiar Sounding Girl:
Otho got hurt, and Uncle Filo's short on help at the shop, so… I volunteered... but I lost track of time…
???:
Alright, alright...
???:
But isn't it odd how people always come asking you for help? We're children, after all.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
I... I don't know.
???:
Hmm... me neither...
???:
...I guess it is High Tide season. Uncle Filo must be busy at his forge. Even Ma and Pa are busy preparing for the hunt.
???:
Sigh… If only we could find our way to Manes Deep. Maybe we'd hear the Hero of Heroes' whispers and gain a mighty Resonance, just like in Grandma Rosa's stories.
???:
If I were strong enough to join the hunt, maybe Ma and Pa wouldn't have to work themselves to the bone.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
You're strong to me, Angel.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
Sometimes I wish I could be as strong as you.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
I… I don't think I've ever had your gifts. Father always said, "You swing a sword fine enough, but your Resonance ability is... average at best. Not Gladiator material."
Angel:
Average? I don't believe that for a second. Come on, let me see your hand.
Angel:
Your Tacet Mark's there, right?
Angel:
Hey... why are you hesitating? Show me.
Angel:
...
Angel:
This is...
Angel:
Tsk, I'm going to Uncle Filo! This is obviously from his forge burning you!
Familiar Sounding Girl:
It's not his fault. I was just being careless...
Familiar Sounding Girl:
I asked to borrow some of his old rusty swords… and if I worked fast enough, he'd let me.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
Grandma Rosa said you need "two lives" to reach Manes Deep. We don't have our swords yet. We're missing a "life." So I thought if I could get us some...
Angel:
Not this again... You really can be a handful sometimes...
Augusta:
...
Augusta:
Yes. Sixteen years ago. Right before the Dark Tide hit.
Abby:
Rover, there's that floating thing again!
Rover:
I think it's trying to lead the way for us this time.
Rover:
We should follow it.
Rover:
...It's hovering by those Phantoms.
A second memory unfolds. A girl comforts a crying boy whose brother was gravely wounded by the Dark Tide. The boy hopes to journey to Oak Hollow to find a path to Manes Deep, believing the legendary Whispers of past Heroes of Heroes there may hold the key to healing him. The girl silently hands him her borrowed sword, giving up her own chance to enter Manes Deep without regret.
Crying Child:
(Crying)
Familiar Sounding Girl:
There you are. I was looking everywhere for you.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
Here, take some of these candies. Grandma Rosa gave them to us.
Crying Child:
Hmm...
Crying Child:
Hey... do you think what Grandma Rosa said about Manes Deep is... real?
Crying Child:
Like… if I really heard the Hero of Heroes' whispers in Oak Hollow… do you think I could ask them to fix my brother's leg?
Crying Child:
With a Resonance Ability that powerful, maybe he could get better, just like how he was...
Crying Child:
...The grown-ups keep saying how awful this Dark Tide will be...
Crying Child:
And my brother's leg... it won't heal. They said he'll never be a Gladiator now...
Familiar Sounding Girl:
In that case... why not try your luck in Oak Hollow?
Familiar Sounding Girl:
You can take my sword. Just make sure to bring it back to Uncle Filo later.
Crying Child:
But... aren't you coming too? There's no extra sword...
Crying Child:
You can't reach Manes Deep without your sword...
Familiar Sounding Girl:
It's okay. I'll wait till next time.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
I'll find a way to get more swords so everyone can have one.
Abby:
Hm? That little girl… does her voice sound familiar to you, Rover?
Abby:
I feel like I've heard it somewhere before…
Augusta:
...
Augusta:
We've got no other leads for now. Let's check it out.
Rover:
More Phantoms of the past.
Abby:
Oh, Rover, look over there, I see it!
In the third memory, Angel tends to her friend's injuries sustained while standing up to a bully, causing her to miss yet another chance to visit Oak Hollow. Angel worries that the coming High Tide feels different and might make future visits to Manes Deep impossible. Still, she clings to her dream of hearing the legendary Whispers and becoming a Hero of Heroes. Her friend, however, believes a true hero is someone who brings hope to others. As the Reverberation of the past fades, you realize the quiet girl beside Angel was Augusta all along.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
I wish you were there, Angel! You wouldn't believe what happened. Phew, haha…
Familiar Sounding Girl:
I-I only ran a few laps with Enric, and guess what? He got so dizzy he tripped over his own feet, and smack! Chipped a tooth! Haha!
Angel:
Hold still. I'm trying to get the salve on. Look at you, black and blue and still grinning like a goat...
Angel:
Alright, out with it. What'd you do to that thick-skulled Enric this time?
Angel:
You're hurt pretty bad… Guess that means no Oak Hollow then. Not that it matters, I bet there's still nothing there but moss and mud.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
…He was picking on the little ones. I couldn't just stand there and watch.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
So I told him, "Learn how to kneel before asking others to."
Familiar Sounding Girl:
And that's when he snapped...
Angel:
Couldn't beat him, but still threw down... That's just like you...
Angel:
...
Angel:
By the way... I heard things aren't going too well at the Hunter's Den. Ma and Pa haven't come home in days, and the whole town is holding its breath.
Angel:
We ought to return those swords to Uncle Filo too…
Angel:
Anyway, Manes Deep will have to wait a bit longer.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
It's okay. We'll go after the High Tide passes.
Angel:
Really? Thought you'd be storming around about it.
Angel:
What if the whispers are real? And the great Resonance ability too. Maybe that's how we end up Heroes of Heroes, both of us.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
A Hero of Heroes...
Angel:
That's still what you want, isn’t it?
Familiar Sounding Girl:
It is… I think everyone in the village wants that. The Priestesses say once you become a Hero of Heroes, even the Dark Tide won't scare you.
Angel:
Makes sense. Not just any hero, but the Hero of Heroes… Feels a long way off for us.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
Mm… But maybe it also means making people smile. If the Dark Tide disappeared, everyone would be happy, right?
Angel:
That sounds too easy to be true...
Angel:
But if that's all it takes, you've done it already, Augusta. But skip Enric, making a louse like him grin shouldn't count!
Injured Gladiator:
So, this is it...
Injured Gladiator:
Ha, haha... at least I'm not on my knees...
Injured Gladiator:
...
Young Augusta:
Ah...
Young Augusta:
...He's... not breathing...
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Young Augusta:
...
Young Augusta:
...Thank you...
Young Augusta:
Stay close, Angel. It'll be alright.
Angel:
...
Angel:
Au... Augusta, there...
Angel:
It... It found us...
Angel:
Augusta... I...
Angel:
We... We're not gonna make it...
Young Augusta:
Oak Hollow...
Young Augusta:
Yes, Angel, hide in the Oak Hollow!
Deeper within the Sonoro Sphere, the guiding "light" leads you to Oak Hollow, where Phantoms replay a tragic scene. Angel lies wounded and paralyzed. Young Augusta hides her in the tree's hollow while confronting the Dark Tide alone. But the Dark Tide floods the hollow, ignoring Augusta entirely. That is the first time Augusta begins to hear the Whispers. They accuse her of weakness and deny her dream of becoming a Hero of Heroes.
Young Augusta:
H-Hey, you! Evil monster!
Young Augusta:
...Why don't you fight me!
Young Augusta:
...
Young Augusta:
I... I'm not scared! Come on, I'm wide open.
Young Augusta:
...
Young Augusta:
Don't look away! I'm not someone you can ignore!
Young Augusta:
No—
Young Augusta:
Not there! Look at me! I said LOOK AT ME!
Young Augusta:
Angel... Angel!
"Whispers":
The Dark Tide answers only to strength. Those without it are doomed to be forsaken...
"Whispers":
Augusta, my brave yet fragile child… Your strength is far too feeble, unfit to sate the hunger of the Dark Tide.
"Whispers":
You long to become a hero, to reign by might… But tell me... can the throne of glory be claimed by one so weak?
Augusta opens up and confides in you about her journey to become Ephor and how her vow to protect Septimont never wavered. Augusta surprises you by saying you might be more fitting as the prophesied Hero of Heroes. You counter that a true ruler doesn't need prophecy to lead. Suddenly, you feel a shift within Oak Hollow. The pure Dark Tide frequency you've been hunting might be hiding inside.
Augusta:
The Dark Tide paid me no mind. Its target was always Angel.
Augusta:
And the whispers… they were real, but not as the legends promised. What I heard were words of cruelty.
Augusta:
None of it matters now. Those things belong to the past...
Augusta:
I was a reckless child, a hatchling flailing with a sword I could barely hold.
Augusta:
True... though, back then, I didn't really have a choice.
Augusta:
This is Septimont, a place where ideals bow to strength.
Augusta:
As a child, I had no desire for power. But in the City of Septimont, if I wished to rise beyond my origin and silence arrogance dressed in fame and fortune, I had no other path.
Augusta:
Now, my strength speaks in my stead, and my blade cuts down every slander.
Augusta:
All but prejudice.
Augusta:
I know well what those parasites in the Senate are plotting. Draped in the Temple's name, they manipulate public opinion to secure themselves a place on Capitoline Hill.
Augusta:
But their absurd schemes betray only fear—
Augusta:
Too afraid to face me, they skulk in the shadows, hoping empty prophecies might bring me to my knees.
Augusta:
It's not about belief. It's about not fearing them.
Augusta:
The Dark Tide still haunts Septimont. People live in terror of losing their homeland again, and so they cling to the hope of a Hero of Heroes.
Augusta:
As Septimont's Ephor, I must stay strong and answer their call.
Augusta:
A ruler has no right to falter.
Augusta:
If my Resonance ability raises doubts about my right to rule, then let the true Hero of Heroes step forth and challenge me.
Augusta:
And if none appear... I will decide whether this title is worthy of the weight of a ruler's glory.
Augusta:
One of the prophecies speaks of a Hero of Heroes wielding extraordinary power, rising from the dark tides. As I see it, you, Rover, fit that image well.
Augusta:
Should it be you... I would gladly accept your challenge.
Augusta:
A person of immense strength is either a nemesis or a kindred spirit, both of which are intriguing to me and my blade.
Rover:
Me? Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind.
Rover:
From what I've seen, being a true ruler isn't about having immense strength, whether that's a powerful Resonance ability or sheer might.
Rover:
I've met people from Huanglong to Rinascita who live with real integrity. Their skills and backgrounds were all different, and... none of them were perfect.
Rover:
But what defines them isn't strength or anything that can be measured. It's the spirit they were born with. Resilient. Unyielding. That can't be stolen.
Rover:
Believe me, Augusta, I see that same spirit in you.
Augusta:
I see...
Augusta:
Iuno once said something similar to me.
Augusta:
...What happened within the Oak Hollow remains a mystery. All I know is, when I found her, her Resonance ability had grown immensely, so powerful that even the Dark Tide could not withstand it.
Augusta:
But she failed to control it. I could do nothing but watch as she transformed into... something no longer human. After that, I never saw her again.
Rover:
A Dark Tide occurrence sixteen years ago... Its frequency must have been more stable than it is now.
Rover:
Maybe this is the truth the Gladiator's spirit is trying to share...
More Phantoms appear inside Oak Hollow. Young Augusta rushes to Angel's side, believing the Whispers may have granted her the power to fend off the Dark Tide. But something is wrong. Just before her Phantom vanishes into a swirling vortex of pure Dark Tide frequency, Angel cries out, urging Augusta to flee. Stunned, you and Augusta collect the frequency and prepare to send it to Buling for analysis at the Black Shores.
Young Augusta:
Angel!
Young Augusta:
...Y-you defeated the Dark Tide? That's... incredible.
Young Augusta:
And your wounds... they're gone. Thank goodness! Did the whispers give you their power?
Angel:
...
Young Augusta:
Angel, are you...
Young Augusta:
...
Angel:
Run... RUN!!!
As the words fade, the Phantom carrying the Reverberation of the past dissolves. A swirling vortex of energy lingers where "Angel" vanished.
Abby:
Sniff...
Abby:
It's that smell, Rover!
Augusta:
The truth... The Dark Tide... and the pure frequency...
Augusta:
Are you certain that's what we're looking for, Rover? How could Angel be carrying the Dark Tide's frequency...
Rover:
If anyone can sniff out the truth, it's Abby. But just to be sure, I'll send the data to Buling once we're out of here.
Rover:
The Black Shores will give us an answer.
Augusta:
Alright...
After leaving the Sonoro, you return to Murmurstown and send the pure Dark Tide frequency to Buling.
Buling:
It's all done, Boss! Tethys ran the data through a couple filters, and we've zeroed in on one spot in the hunting grounds. Pretty sure that's where the Sovereign's been hiding.
Buling:
I'm sending you the coordinates now.
Augusta:
…So the frequency we collected really was from the Dark Tide?
Buling:
Yeah, looks that way.
Buling:
But this one's... weird. It feels still, like undisturbed water. Quiet, like it's asleep. Basically, nothing is disturbing it.
Buling:
If I had to describe it, I'd say... it's like a Reverberation left behind when the Dark Tide slams head-first into someone's Forte.
Buling:
On its own, it's not as dangerous as the Dark Tide, but if it got mixed with another Forte and stirred up… well, who knows what kind of explosion of power that could cause...
Augusta:
Angel... and the Dark Tide...
Augusta:
...Understood.
Augusta:
Let's go, Rover. Time to meet our prey.
Augusta:
I'll tell the others to meet at that location.
Outside Murmurstown, Avidius leads the Gladiators in setting up Anchor Stones. Senator Falco criticizes his lack of leadership during the Corrosaurus hunt, claiming Avidius has failed to meet the expectations of a Hero of Heroes. After a heated argument, Falco is suddenly possessed by the Dark Tide, attacking the others.
After restoring order, Avidius sets out alone for Manes Deep to find Mesona, an herb that can help reverse the Dark Tide's corruption. But when he reaches Oak Hollow, the entrance he remembers is an impenetrable wall. Thinking it to be a Dark Tide illusion, he uses his Resonance ability to break through. The attempt fails, inadvertently awakening a sleeping power.
Still reeling, Avidius receives a message from Augusta. The False Sovereign has been located, and it's time to regroup.
Avidius:
Please hurry, everyone. The Anchor Stone must be in place before the Sovereign's hunt begins.
Shrewd Senator:
Such devotion. Forgive me, but you seem to forget your place, Avidius.
Avidius:
Is that so? Perhaps you'd like to remind me, my lord.
Shrewd Senator:
Hmph. You must be aware of your rather underwhelming performance during the Tyrannos hunt.
Shrewd Senator:
The Senate's patience is not boundless. It's reserved for those who deserve it. Unless you can present a triumph to match your exploits in Manes Deep, we'll have no choice but to... reconsider your candidacy as Septimont's next ruler.
Shrewd Senator:
Wake up, Avidius. Isn't Murmurstown the very place where your glory began? That, Avidius, is your true arena.
Shrewd Senator:
Yet here you are, entangled in Augusta's petty concerns when you could be seizing something far greater.
Avidius:
How very amusing, Lord Falco.
Avidius:
You seek a ruler strong enough to lead, yet pliable enough to be led. You'd have better luck finding a needle in the sea.
Avidius:
Were I in your position, I'd keep my mouth shut. If Septimont falls, so will your ambitions.
Avidius:
And allow me to remind you: I entered Manes Deep because I had no other choice, and my duty as a Gladiator demanded it.
Avidius:
The blood I shed, the blade I wielded—these were proof of loyalty, not entertainment for the lords. If that's how you see it... then perhaps it is I who should reconsider this alliance.
Shrewd Senator:
How dare you—
Veteran Gladiator:
Heh, got some grit, eh? Haven't let ambition cloud your mind. I like that.
Veteran Gladiator:
Falco? What are you—
Shrewd Senator:
*Groans in pain*
Veteran Gladiator:
Watch out!
Avidius:
...He may be under the Hollow Figures' influence. Judging by his behavior, the Dark Tide has already corrupted his mind.
Avidius:
The Anchor Stone is nearly in place. Sir Hercle, would you please take Lord Falco to rest?
Avidius:
This isn't far from the entrance to Manes Deep. I remember finding Mesona nearby. It's an herb that helped my companions and me resist the Dark Tide's corruption.
Avidius:
...Lord Falco has paid for his pride. But as a former hero, he deserves a death free from the Dark Tide's torment.
Avidius:
I will do what I can to help...
Avidius:
Sir Hercle, please look after him. I'll bring the herb back.
Avidius:
I promise it won't take long. Don't worry.
Veteran Gladiator:
Alright. You go do what you believe is right.
With the pure Dark Tide frequency you recovered, the Black Shores pinpoints the False Sovereign's location. You and Augusta head to the coordinates. Using Iuno's Lunarum bracelet, you force the Sovereign to show itself. The Gladiators, responding to Augusta's call, begin to gather for the final confrontation.
Abby:
This is the place! The smell's getting stronger!
Augusta:
No traces of the Sovereign... It must be hiding again.
Augusta:
We must force it to show itself.
Rover:
Perhaps this could work.
Augusta:
...Over there.
Rover:
Abby!
Abby:
Ugh... I-I can't take it!
The Sovereign's power grows exponentially after absorbing the pure Dark Tide frequencies sealed within Oak Hollow and the surrounding frequencies of deceased souls in Murmurstown. It now seeks to uproot the Earthrend Wedge and unleash the full force of the Dark Tide being suppressed beneath the Sanguis Plateaus. Rinascita teeters on the brink of catastrophe.
However, Buling identifies a weakness in the Sovereign. Iuno proposes a plan to use the Anchor Stones to disrupt its internal frequency and reclaim control of the Wedge. To buy time for the plan to work, Iuno offers to put her own existence on the line by using her Forte to keep the Sovereign exposed.
As the final battle approaches, she tells you that your "unknowable fate" might be the key to overcoming the crisis. She implores that you stand with Augusta until the very end.
Buling:
Boss, what's going on?! I got a bad feeling just now, and Tethys won't stop pumping out alerts.
Buling:
Aha… figures. That area you're in has buried many warriors. For the Sovereign, it's like having a free buffet.
Buling:
And sure enough, you blink and it's already swallowed up all the surrounding frequencies. Now it's a real nightmare.
Buling:
That said…
Buling:
The situation's bad, no doubt. But we're not out of moves yet... The Dark Tide isn't spreading at full speed. If we act fast and find the Sovereign's weak spot, we might just pull a miracle for Rinascita.
Buling:
Let's see… Fire under earth, light be blocked... That's it. Tethys is showing messy internal frequencies and unstable structures. Looks like after stuffing itself with all those frequencies, the Sovereign's completely scrambled inside.
Buling:
If we can stir up the mess in its gut, even with something small, we might just throw him off balance. And then, maybe we can wrest the Earthrend Wedge back and readjust it to—
Iuno:
Terrible timing... Is there any other way to reach her?
Augusta:
It's the Dark Tide...
Augusta:
The entire frequency range is under its control. In other words, we're completely cut off here.
Iuno:
Tch, how vexing.
Iuno:
The Dark Tide's inside...
Iuno:
If we feed that monster something else…
Iuno:
Right, the Anchor Stone!
Rover:
You're suggesting... we let the Sovereign absorb the Anchor Stone? If it works, it could suppress it from the inside.
Iuno:
Very sharp. But before we act, there are two things we need to prepare.
Iuno:
First, we'll need to get the Sovereign to open up and swallow the Anchor Stone like a good boy. That will be on you and Augusta, Rover.
Iuno:
Second, the Dark Tide itself must be stabilized to keep the Sovereign nice and solid. My job, naturally. No one else is fit for the task.
Augusta:
No!
Augusta:
The Sovereign is far stronger than before, and you've only just recovered. There's no way you can take on that much Resonance energy at once.
Iuno:
I'm not made of glass, Augusta.
Iuno:
I am Iuno, the most gifted Priestess Septimont has seen in generations. If anyone can hold back the Dark Tide, it's me. And I'm not going to fall on you that easily.
Iuno:
Besides, the Sacred Flames already showed me my end. In the warmth of spring, surrounded by white flowers, with gentle eyes watching over me. But that day is still far from today.
Iuno:
At worst, I'll just need more time to recover. Everything's going to be alright. I promise.
Augusta:
Hmm...
Iuno:
Then it's settled. I'll let you prepare. Just give me a signal when you're near the Earthrender.
Iuno:
I won't be able to hold the Sovereign's form for long, so make the most of that window.
Iuno:
Did you forget anything, Rover?
Rover:
I...
Iuno:
Useful, isn't it? Keep it close. No matter where you go, a part of me goes with you, got it?
Iuno:
Since I've given you a tool so practical, I'll ask something in return. Just one thing.
Iuno:
Promise me you'll stay by Augusta's side, and face whatever destiny sets upon you. Together. This isn't a command or a suggestion. It's... a personal request.
Iuno:
Only you can do this.
Augusta:
Iuno...
Iuno:
I think I understand what the "unknowable void" in your fate really means.
Iuno:
It's not nothingness, Rover. All along, it's represented a future that can't be defined by anything but your own will.
Iuno:
As long as that void exists, you control your story. Your existence is the meaning itself.
Iuno:
So please, support Augusta with everything you have. I've seen how much she trusts you.
Iuno:
So trust her in return. No matter what happens, you are not to doubt her in the slightest.
Iuno:
That's the spirit.
Iuno:
Alright, you two. Stop standing around and get moving.
Iuno:
The sooner you settle this, the sooner I get to leave this boring place.
Augusta:
Iuno, one last question.
Augusta:
For someone without an unwritten fate... is it true they can never break free, no matter how hard they struggle?
Iuno:
I... don't know.
Augusta:
That's alright.
Augusta:
Let's go, Rover.
Iuno:
Wait, Augusta!
Iuno:
I've been thinking... our final fate might already be written, but how we walk that path is up to us. We, as humans, are meant to carve our own way forward!
Iuno:
If we can't rewrite fate, then we chase it! Outpace it! Then, when we catch up, we'll smack it right in the face!
Iuno:
Don't forget what you once said: "A ruler assumes their place by accomplishing the impossible for their subjects."
Avidius:
Oak Hollow... I saw it...
Avidius:
Manes Deep... It doesn't exist...
Avidius:
...Is it... because of me...
Avidius:
My memories... N-no...
Augusta:
Let's head to the borders of Murmurstown, Rover.
Augusta:
The Anchor Stone Avidius and the others set there could come in handy.
Rover:
Here.
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You hand the Anchor Stone to Augusta, who slashes it into pieces.
Rover:
Why did you...
Augusta:
Buling mentioned even something small could have a great influence. The smaller, the more unnoticed.
Augusta:
Come, Rover. Stand with me to face our reckoning.
Augusta:
Let this small thing pry open the cracks in fate's door.
Iuno:
Go chase your fate... Augusta...
As you near the Earthrend Wedge, Augusta reveals that the Whispers have haunted her since the Dark Tide sixteen years ago, constantly trying to influence her choices and actions. But before you can process the revelation, she suddenly raises her sword and attacks you...
Augusta:
Nothing… Just something on my mind.
Augusta:
Do you still remember what the whispers told me sixteen years ago?
Augusta:
"The Dark Tide answers only to strength. Those without it are doomed to be forsaken..."
Augusta:
Now I think of it, it is rather interesting...
Augusta:
I've never told anyone this before.
Augusta:
But ever since the Dark Tide decided to "forsake" me, those broken whispers have never left.
Augusta:
They echoed in every battle, telling me when to dodge, when to strike. But with each opponent that fell, the whispers began to fade.
Augusta:
Until I became the Ephor...
Augusta:
...That's when they returned. Louder, never giving me a single moment of peace.
Augusta:
I tried to shut them out, but every time I strayed from their guidance, fate would strike me down in the cruelest of ways.
Augusta:
I thought I was the master of my fate, but the truth is... they always knew the path better than I ever could.
Augusta:
...The old prophecy about Ragunna that they once whispered to me has come true.
Augusta:
Now, it is time for me to put their power to the test.
Rover:
What...
Rover:
(What exactly do you want to do, Augusta...)
During your duel with Augusta, she finally realizes the truth behind the Whispers. The extraordinary power they promised was nothing but a trap. Breaking free from their influence, she puts her faith in you, the one with the "unknowable fate," to become the true Hero of Heroes foretold in the prophecy. As for Augusta herself, she chooses to find her own meaning in what it means to be a ruler.
"Whispers":
You still have a chance, Augusta...
"Whispers":
For the Divinity of Mercy forgives even the gravest of blunders.
"Whispers":
Resist no longer. Do not waver. Step forward, and receive the divine gift.
"Whispers":
With this power, you shall rise as the one true ruler of Septimont...
Augusta:
...And glory return... with the blood of the old king... Heh...
Augusta:
Ha... Haha...
Augusta:
You proved the prophecy true, so why now? Why this sudden… urgency to stop me from fulfilling it?
Augusta:
Unless… I was your target all along. That "power" you spoke of… was always just a trap.
Augusta:
Answer me...
Augusta:
Who are you? And what did you do to Angel...?
"Whispers":
How foolish, Augusta...
"Whispers":
The will of the divine is not to be questioned. Alas, mortals are too small to comprehend the grand vision.
Augusta:
Rover… what is stopping you from being Septimont's Hero of Heroes?
Augusta:
You, The Unwritten One, are blessed to shape your own fate...
Augusta:
And I… I must walk my own path as a ruler.
Augusta:
Go, Rover. Fulfill the prophecy that was always meant to be.
Augusta:
I give my blood, so that the true Hero may rise.
"Whispers":
Brazen faithless one!
"Whispers":
Receive the judgment of the heavens
"Whispers":
The sacred crucible shall reshape your soul
Augusta:
Fool. I already said Ragunna's "Divinity" didn't get a seat on the ship
"Whispers":
This is your end... Augusta...
Augusta:
Heh... but we're not done just yet.
"Whispers":
Insolent heretic...
"Whispers":
Very well...
"Whispers":
If this is what you want...
"Whispers":
We shall grant you an endless feast of despair...
Cato's Spirit:
My sword… where's my sword…
Augusta:
Cato...
Augusta:
What haunts you, my teacher?
Cato's Spirit:
A hero shouldn't fall to the Dark Tide…
Cato's Spirit:
I need my sword... to fight back...
Augusta:
Please, take it.
Augusta:
Take it, and fight for what you believe in.
"Whispers":
Pointless empathy.
Resentful Spirit:
That medal... I deserve it...
Pleading Spirit:
Please, I'm begging you...
Sorrowful Spirit:
That should have been mine…
Desperate Spirit:
It's gone, my golden crown...
Desperate Spirit:
Give it to me...
Tormented Spirit:
Your blood... Your flesh...
"Whispers":
A loser left with nothing... dimmed like a speck of dust...
"Whispers":
The throne of glory will never be claimed by the weak.
Augusta:
"A loser left with nothing"... How wrong you are...
Augusta:
People follow the sun, for it never fails to light their way...
Augusta:
This is how I rule
Augusta:
I'll show you—
Augusta:
With my own fist!
Rover:
Augusta.
Augusta:
We meet again, my friend.
Augusta:
It seems my will won't let me miss a chance to fight side by side with you.
Augusta:
Come, Rover. I've been waiting for this moment.
Augusta:
Heh, so it's finally come to this? Good. This is how a true battle should be.
Augusta:
Rover, fight by my side—
Augusta:
This time, the blade of victory shall pierce the Hollow Sovereign's heart.
Augusta:
Spirits lost to the Dark Tide, I hear your cries.
Augusta:
Join me in battle!
Augusta:
Let that false Divinity witness what true heroes are, and what it means to wield unshakable power!
Augusta:
May applause greet you, heroes of Septimont.
Together with Augusta and the souls of fallen heroes, you defeat the False Sovereign and reclaim control over the Earthrend Wedge. The threat of the Dark Tide is finally quelled.
With the hunt officially over, you stand beside Augusta and exchange your thoughts. Before you lies the Wedge, and within it, the Relic Sentinel Imperator left for you.
Augusta:
A hard-won battle... wasn't it?
Augusta:
Yes...
Augusta:
It's all thanks to you, Rover—Septimont's Hero of Heroes.
Rover:
In that case… I could say the same to you.
Rover:
As the prophecy goes, "The Hero of Heroes wielding extraordinary power, rising from the dark tides." As I see it, you, Augusta, fit that image well.
Augusta:
Extraordinary power? That's a bit much. I know my limits.
Augusta:
But… I do think I've earned that title, and it's one we could share together.
Augusta:
Besides, the Temple never said there could only be one Hero of Heroes.
Rover:
What really happened to you in the Dark Tide? I thought you might've...
Augusta:
Hehe, it wasn't a pleasant experience. But in a strange way… it was refreshing.
Augusta:
If you want to hear the full story, I'll tell you another time.
Augusta:
But, back inside the Dark Tide, I think the lost frequencies were always guiding me, shaping who I was becoming.
Augusta:
Even trapped in that abyss of despair, those fallen heroes never gave up. They lit a faint, warm light in the dark for me.
Augusta:
And you, along with everyone who stood by me… without you, we couldn't have won this battle.
Augusta:
Perhaps the title of "ruler" is too narrow and too hollow to define the true spirit of humankind.
Augusta:
A civilization's glory is forged by generations of brave souls. It was never meant to be one person's medal of honor.
Rover:
I want to ask you something.
Rover:
Why did you ask me to join the hunt?
Augusta:
Because my warriors and I wanted to fight beside someone like you. That hasn't changed.
Augusta:
But… I will be honest. Part of it was because of your "unwritten fate."
Augusta:
I'd been preparing for this hunt for a long time. At first, all we had were a few vague glimpses from the Priestesses and a handful of prophetic murals. No one knew when or how the disaster would strike.
Augusta:
And then you showed up. You've surely seen the unfinished mural in the Temple. The blank wall and the unwritten fate...
Augusta:
So I took a gamble, believing you were the key to this hunt.
Augusta:
I couldn't explain it back then, not when I wasn't certain myself.
Augusta:
But in the end, we realized what that "blank" represents. And my gamble paid off.
Augusta:
The one who deserves to be a Hero of Heroes, with power over the Earthrend Wedge...
Augusta:
Thank you for your trust, Rover.
Augusta:
Now, it's time for me to honor my promise.
Augusta:
This is the end of our journey... the Earthrend Wedge.
Augusta:
It hasn't been quite what I expected, but I'm very glad we made it this far together.
Rover:
Imperator...
Augusta:
Go. I'll wait for you here.
Rover:
...A discoid.
Rover:
This warmth... I feel you, Imperator...
Rover:
I'd better get back.
You recover Imperator's Relic, but the mysterious discoid appears to be locked. To unlock its secrets and end the threat of the Dark Tide once and for all, you decide to take it to the Black Shores and Cartethyia. But first, you and Augusta choose to savor this hard-won victory.
Augusta:
Did you find what you seek?
Augusta:
A discoid? Looks like... a compass?
Augusta:
The structure's odd... There might be a hidden compartment inside. Can you try opening it, Rover?
Augusta:
If this relic was left by the Sentinel, brute force won't get us anywhere.
Augusta:
We'll need a different approach. Maybe a special key, a mechanism, or a password...
Augusta:
Any ideas?
Rover:
The Black Shores' records on the Sentinel may give us more clues.
Rover:
More importantly, I need their data on the Dark Tide.
Rover:
The Earthrender's holding back the Dark Tide for now, but we're not in the clear yet. Those sudden outbreaks and the way it's fixated on you… it's not just a coincidence.
Augusta:
You're right. With the Black Shores' tech, we might be able to outwit our unseen enemy.
Rover:
I'll contact them as soon as we're back.
Augusta:
Alright. Let's set all this aside and enjoy the victory we've earned.
Augusta:
There's probably a bonfire roaring at the encampment by now… Rover, it's time to return to those waiting for us.
Augusta:
We won this battle, but the war is far from over. The road ahead's still steeped in blood and thorns. But with you, and everyone who stood beside us, the banner of Septimont will never fall.
Augusta:
With the eternal sun as my witness, the name of hero belongs to you all.
Somewhere in Rinascita, a mysterious woman walks alongside a Dark Tide creation, her gaze fixed silently on the distant horizon. She turns to the creature and reveals the purpose of her return to this land—to hunt the Threnodian.
???:
It's been a while, Rinascita.
???:
What prey do we hunt this time?
???:
...The Threnodian.
Familiar Sounding Girl:
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Abby:
Huh... it's cutting out. I can't hear what it's saying.
Abby:
Rover, that floating thing… seems like it's distracted.
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Abby:
Something's messing with it, but I can't see what. Feels like... I dunno, like there's an invisible wall cutting us off...
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Augusta:
Another Waystone. That can't be just a coincidence.
Augusta:
It led us into the Sonoro... maybe it can lead us out.
Rover:
You're saying we should use it to leave the Sonoro... and that whatever's messing with us might be coming from outside?
Augusta:
Could be. It's worth trying.
Abby:
Can't believe we actually made it out.
Abby:
More Hollow Figures! So it really was them!
Rover:
Don't worry, leave them to me.
Abby:
This should work.
Abby:
Alright, team! Let's head back to the Sonoro!
Abby:
Seems like our little flutterbug has finally calmed down, Rover.
Abby:
Let's go look at the Phantoms over there.
Augusta confirms that the Reverberations are memories from her childhood. You come to learn that the fall of Murmurstown, then called Fabianum, was not only caused by the Dark Tide, but also by corruption within Septimont's leadership. With no time to waste, you and Augusta press deeper into the Sonoro Sphere to continue the hunt for the pure Dark Tide frequency.
Rover:
Augusta...
Augusta:
That's me.
Augusta:
Heh, guess there's no denying it now. I thought I might keep my foolishness as a child from you.
Rover:
So Murmurstown... I mean, Fabianum, is your hometown?
Augusta:
Yes. It's been a long time. I never imagined I'd see my past like this.
Abby:
Hmm... I'm curious...
Augusta:
About Manes Deep and the Oak Hollow?
Abby:
Yeah!
Augusta:
...The name Fabianum once stood for glory.
Augusta:
As Septimont's frontline against the Dark Tide, it held the honor of receiving legends like Fabius, Atilius, and Valeria.
Augusta:
Perhaps that's why Hero of Heroes tales always lingered here. The most popular one was the tale of a great journey to Manes Deep, the ruins of an ancient civilization.
Augusta:
It was said that if you brought "two lives"—yourself and your sword—you'd be granted entry. And within, you'd hear the unceasing whispers of the legendary heroes.
Augusta:
Whispers... they say, capable of awakening a Resonance ability as mighty as the heroes' own.
Augusta:
As for the Oak Hollow said to lead to Manes Deep... just children's tales. No one ever knew if it was real.
Augusta:
But Fabianum never found its Hero of Heroes... Ever since then, the name was lost, replaced by Murmurstown, a scar that Septimont refuses to face...
Augusta:
The whole town held out until the very end, yet no aid ever came from the City of Septimont.
Augusta:
Later, I heard from the senior Gladiators that on the very morning Fabianum fell, most of the Senate lords were still sound asleep in their warm beds...
Augusta:
Heh... it wasn't the Dark Tide that doomed my hometown, but those in power who were blinded by greed and failed to act.
Augusta:
Forgive me. I let my emotions get the better of me.
Augusta:
I see. Then perhaps I should spend more time with you. Like Iuno once did.
Augusta:
Anyway...
Augusta:
Why did the Sonoro reveal all this to us?
Abby:
Maybe it's helping us find that... um, pure Dark Tide frequency? The scent does feel clearer now, less muddled.
Rover:
Or maybe... it meant to show us something more.
Augusta:
A soul who endured the Dark Tide's corruption... and still fights to speak the truth?
Augusta:
Hmm... his spirit deserves to be remembered. I will go to witness that truth with my own eyes.
Rover:
Those Phantoms up ahead... looks like they've lost control.
Actor No. 1:
It's the Dark Tide... the Dark Tide's here!
Actor No. 1:
(Pained moans and screams)
Young Augusta:
Everyone's been...
Young Augusta:
Angel, what do we—
Young Augusta:
Angel? What happened? You're bleeding...
Angel:
I...
Young Augusta:
...Stay with me. I'll get you out of here.
Angel:
No… There are monsters everywhere… You won't make it, not with me…
Angel:
...Just leave me and...
Abby:
Huh? It stopped again... I don't hear anything. Did it end just like that?
Augusta:
I remember being trapped inside with Angel, surrounded by Tacet Discords.
Augusta:
If it hadn't been for a brave Gladiator stepping in and fighting them off with his life... none of us would have made it.
Augusta:
Perhaps we recreate what happened back then to stir the Phantoms. We defeat the Tacet Discords, just as that Gladiator did.
Abby:
But they're just Phantoms. How do you fight something that's not even real?
Rover:
Again, we'll fight them outside the Sonoro.
Abby:
Oh, right, the Waystone!
Abby:
Tacet Discords! Over there!
Augusta:
Time to work.
Rover:
Let's return to the Sonoro. There's likely something new to see there.
Rover:
Follow it.
Actor No. 2:
It's right behind us...
Actor No. 1:
This way, Angel!
Actor No. 2:
I...
Actor No. 1:
Don't let go of my hand! We can't stop here!
Actor No. 1:
It's over by the alley... Let's go this way!
Actor No. 1:
Angel, hold my hand!
Actor No. 1:
Hang in there...
Augusta:
"One of the prophecies speaks of a Hero of Heroes. As I see it, you, Rover, fit that image well."
Iuno:
*As long as that void exists, you control your story. Your existence is the meaning itself.*
Rover:
(So... this is her plan...)
Rover:
(Using this battle to mark me a Hero of Heroes so the Temple's prophecy will be fulfilled. Augusta...)
Augusta:
Give everything, Rover. I've realized this is the duty I must fulfill.
Augusta:
Ha, that's it. Show me your strength.
Augusta:
The one to stand beside me for the throne is you. And only you.
The journey ahead allows no retreat. Are you ready?
Actor No. 1:
Stay close, Angel. It'll be alright.
Actor No. 2:
...
Angel:
It's right behind us...
Young Augusta:
This way, Angel!
Angel:
I...
Young Augusta:
Don't let go of my hand! We can't stop here!
Young Augusta:
It's over by the alley... Let's go this way!
Young Augusta:
Angel, hold my hand!
Young Augusta:
Hang in there...
Actor No. 1:
Augusta... I...
Actor No. 1:
We... We're not gonna make it...
Actor No. 2:
Oak Hollow...
Angel:
Augusta... are you...
Angel:
Are you going to face it alone?
Angel:
No! Don't! Just come with me...
Young Augusta:
I promised I'd get you out of here.
Angel:
No, Augusta! Augusta...
Actor No. 1:
Yes, Angel, hide in the Oak Hollow!
Abby:
Y-yeah...
Abby:
But my belly... Ugh... it's full...
Abby:
I'm... so tired...
"Whispers":
Faithless one... The strength you refused shall now become the blade that strikes you down...
"Whispers":
To spurn a divine gift is to invite consequence, and Divinity offers mercy but once...
Iuno:
Augusta...
Iuno:
Augusta.
Augusta:
Iuno, I...
Augusta:
No, it can't end like this...
Augusta:
All able units! Split into two teams! One will escort the wounded back to base, while the other prepares supplies and maintains position!
Avidius:
...
Avidius:
...
Avidius:
...How could it be...
Avidius:
No... It must be the Dark Tide's illusion...
Avidius:
This wall... No, it can't be...
Augusta:
My fellow Gladiators! Our prey has finally revealed itself. Move to the marked coordinates. It's time to hunt.
Avidius:
...
Meanwhile, in Murmurstown, Cristoforo finds the Holmleaf Medal lost by Avidius. The Playwright's work is not yet finished...
Cristoforo:
What a beautiful ending, my near-perfect protagonist. I must confess... even I didn't see this coming.
Cristoforo:
Should this be your final act? No. No, allow me this small indulgence, as your creator.
Cristoforo:
The quill of fate may be sharp and cold, but still, I want to see how far the soul I created can go.
Cristoforo:
After all, it's the stories that sink deepest into the mire that stir the heart most, don't you think?