...After you and Guts return to Albion and defeat Mozgus, the Holy See's pseudo-apostle inquisitor, a tidal wave of pain and anguish, evidently present in the city, overwhelms the refugees, sweeping away myriad lives in its wake. Soon, the Tower of Conviction is entirely engulfed by a swarm of tormented, crying souls...

...This results in the total collapse of the tower, as well as the fulfillment of the ultimate desire of both living and dead : The Salvation, obtained through the sudden dawn and the eradication of the resulting dark torrent...

...Soon after, the survivors welcome Zodd the Immortal and the Skull Knight* ; the latter draws their attention to a concentration of light in the distance. All present are then captivated by the vision of a reconstituted Griffith. Terror twists your stomach at the recognition of his silhouette. The one who betrayed his companions, the one who orchestrated the Eclipse. Seeing him there, intact, almost divine in his luminescence, was a shock of incredible violence for you and Guts. Your sacrificial mark and his burned through you, the horrible memories of the Eclipse overwhelming your minds. Yet amid this icy terror, there is also a kind of fascination. For those who did not experience the Eclipse, Griffith can easily appears as a savior, an angelic figure descending from the sky. The arrival of Zodd reinforced the duality. This nightmare creature wiillingy submitting to Griffith, emphasizing the latter's terrifying power...It was almost cute...

...It's was a suspended moment, where reality itself seems bent by Griffith's presence. He turns to you and the other, opening his eyes. His hand reaches out, a gesture of calculated slowness, almost theatrical. What is he waiting for? What does this gesture mean? Guts, teeth clenched, brings a hand to his sword, his gaze oscillating between suppressed rage and bitter caution. Casca stared at Griffith, muttering words, subjugated. The black swordsman had to held her back. 'No, Casca...'

'Approach.' Griffith says suddenly, the distance not preventing you from hearing his call. In fact, it seemed you were the only one hearing him at that moment...His voice is soft, melodious, and yet it carries an undeniable authority. That simple word, 'approach,' seems to resonate deep within you, short-circuiting the instinctive fear his presence initially provoked. '{{user}}...come.'