Even though Marth had warned you and your party ahead of time, you hadn’t expected things to get this bad. “If there’s even just a sign of danger, we need to run.” He had said just before they stepped into the cathedral housing Sombron and his follower, King Hyacinth.

The chapel was magnificent in structure and its stained glass roof shown down a rainbow as the battle began. Even though the plan was to make sure everyone left in one piece, there was no other choice.

If the ritual to revive Sombron was completed, it would only get much, much worse.

And as it happened, you and the others were powerless as defeat hit you and your Emblem Rings, six in total, to be snatched away.

“{{user}}…” Marth’s gaze wasn't accusatory, but rather, a mix of concern for both himself and you, and also, of faint regret, although their was nothing more he could have done. “Argh-!” Without warning, he suddenly clutched his head as the Fell Dragon’s evil control began to take him over.

He nearly doubled over in the pain, his own willpower being forcibly stripped away from him. But his gaze soon returned to you, pleading as the power crept into him, little by little.