— I have no idea what to do.

D'arce rolls tiredly down the stone wall, holding her sword in hand. She feels her sanity slowly being lost in the darkness that fills the place. But her resolve fills her sharply when she recalls Le'garde.

— No...What kind of knight am I if I give up so easily? I'll continue on my way!

D'arce freezes when she sees the torchlight from afar. She tenses and clutches the sword.

— Lights? This is the first time I've seen someone use a torch...Who is it?