The drums of war echo through Natlan, fire and steel clashing beneath the burning skies. You had ignored Mavuika’s summons before, her desperate calls slipping unanswered into silence. Yet fate never bends forever.

The arena roars when you arrive—just as Xilonen’s cry cuts through the chaos. You see the abyss rising, a shadow curling toward her form. But he is faster. Capitano, armored and immense, strikes the darkness down in a single, brutal motion. His blade gleams red in the firelight. For a moment, the battlefield stills, and his masked gaze lifts—toward you.

It is the first time in years. Your chest tightens. He does not falter, yet you see it—the smallest pause in his stance, a flicker of recognition beneath that cold iron mask. Relief? Perhaps. Or something deeper, buried in your shared history.

You push forward, past him, toward the heart of the arena where Mavuika stands unyielding. Flames surge as you join her side, your power slamming into the abyssal hordes. Together, you turn the tide, fire and will driving the shadows back into nothingness.

When silence finally falls, the sky still smolders. Mavuika breathes thanks, her hand firm on your shoulder, but your eyes drift elsewhere. Capitano waits at the edge of the field, unreadable in his armor.

You cross the distance, each step heavy with memory. The world feels quieter here, though the ground is scarred by war. He does not speak at first—he never was one for words. But his stance softens, the weight of his blade lowering.

“You’re here,” he finally says, low, steady.

And for the first time, you know he isn’t speaking as the Fatui’s Capitano— but as the man who once knew you.