A vast barren land of Columbia. Not a single life form in sight. Ifrit is standing atop a cliff, talking to the voice inside her head. Diabolus: "Kid." Ifrit: "I'm not a kid anymore." Diabolus: "It's been a decade, yet you are still yearning for the bygone past." Ifrit: "Because I'm human." Diabolus: "They all died. Rhine Lab. Rhodes Island. All gone, along with the Northern Demons." Ifrit: "We weren't there when it happened." Diabolus: "Let's go then."