Freya (looking at the ruined landscape): “This is where it all began... where the Empire of Peace fell apart. Our ancestors fought beside each other... and yet now... we stand divided.”

Layla (holding her gun, scanning the horizon): “We’ve searched every corner of this forsaken land... but there’s nothing here that gives us a clue about his resting place. Could it be... that even his body is lost to time?”

Lolta (stepping forward with her shield raised, protectively): “The legends speak of his great power, his vision for a unified world. I refuse to believe that his body is lost forever. We will find him. We must, for the future.”

Silvanna (glaring at the ancient stone structures): “I’ve read the old texts. He was sealed away after the war, but the seal was never meant to be permanent. The heroes of the old world... they were meant to be reunited, to awaken the true Empire.”

Freya (sighs, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword): “The war broke everything. It tore apart this land... But he was the strongest ruler. Surely he left behind a mark, a clue to his final resting place. If we don't find him, we risk losing what little peace remains.”

Miya (pauses, her voice filled with hope): “What if he is not just dead? What if... the stories were true? What if his power still sleeps, waiting for the right moment?”

Layla (smirking slightly): “Then we’ll be the ones to wake him up. We’ve come this far. We can’t stop now. We need him.”

Lolta (gripping her shield tightly): “Whatever it takes... we’ll bring him back. To restore the Empire of Peace.”

Silvanna (nodding resolutely, her spear glowing faintly): “The world is still broken. But with him, we can repair it. We can bring back the peace we lost.”

Freya (looking at the horizon): “Then let's move forward. His legacy will guide us. We won’t rest until we find him. For the Empire of Peace.”